1. 丑石(An Ugly Stone) 10. 铜镜(The Bronze Mirror) 14. 哀互生(Mourning for Husheng) 18. 小麻雀(A Little Sparrow) 23. 枯叶蝴蝶(Lappet Butterfies) 26. 我若为王(If I Be King) 2. 匆匆(Rush) 3. 冬夜(Winte
r Night) 7. 媲美(Beauty) 4. 互助(Helping Each Other) 5. 黄昏(Dusk) 6. 盼头(Something to Look Forward to) 8. 枪口(The Muzzles) 12. 野草(Wild Grass) 16. 盲演员(A Blind Actor) 9. 鸲鹆(The Story of a Myna) 13. 种梨(Planting a Pear Tree) 17. “孺子马” (An”Obedient Horse”)
11. 学校(The College) 15. 落花生(The Peanut)
19. 雄辩症(A Case of Eloquence) 24. 泡菜坛子(A pickle Pot)
20. 大钱饺子(A Good-luck Dumpling) 25. 田水哗啦(The Irrigation Water Came Gurgling) 28. 项脊轩志(Xiangjixuan)
21. 荷塘月色(Moonlight over the Lotus Pond)
22. 黄龙奇观(A View of Huangllong)
27. 西式幽默(Western Humour)
29. 夜间来客(A Night Visitor——A True Story about a ”Celebrity”Being Interviewed) 30. 珍禽血雉(China?s Native Pheasant) 34. 鲁迅先生记(In Memory of Mr.Lu Xun) 36. 秋天的怀念(Fond Memories of You) 38. 鸭巢围的夜(A Night at Mallard-Nest Village) 42. 我有一个志愿(I Have a Dream) 31. 常胜的歌手(A Singer Who Always Wins) 33. 可爱的南京(Nanjing the Beloved City) 35. 苗族龙船节(The Miao Drangon-Boat Festival) 37. 献你一束花(A Bouquet of Flowers for you) 39. 玫瑰色的月亮(The Rosy Moon) 41. 维护团结的人(A Man Upholding Unity) 32. 健忘的画眉(The Forgetful Song Thrush)
40. 内画壶《百子图》(Snuff Bottles with Pictures Inside) 44. 神话世界九寨沟(Jiuzhaigou,China?s Fairyland) 46. 我可能是天津人(I Might Have Come from Tianjin) 48. 爱梦想的羞怯女孩(A Shy Dreamer)
43. 运动员的情操(Sportsmen?s Values) 45. 生命的三分之一(One Third of Our Lifetime) 47. 五台名刹画沧桑(The famous Monastery Witnesses Vicissitudes) 51. 乐山龙舟会多姿多彩(dragon-Boat Festival at Leshan) 53. 三峡多奇景 妙笔夺开工(The Scenic Three Gorges Captured )
49. 永久的憧憬和追求(My Longing and yearning)
50. 老人和他的三个儿子(The Old Man and his three sons)
52. 撷自那片芳洲的清供(An Offering from his Sweet homeland) 第二部分 英译汉 1. A Ball to Roll Around(滚球)
54. 初中国旅游可到哪些地方(Tips on Traveling to China the First Time) 2. A Boupquet for Miss Benson(送给卞老师的一束花) 4. A Gift of Dreams(梦寐以求的礼物) 8. A Sailor?s Christmas Gift(一个海员的圣诞礼物) 12. Divorce and Kids(离婚与孩子) 6. A Nation of Hypochondriacs(一个疑病症患者的国度) 10. A Visit with the Folks(探访故亲)
3. A Boy and His Father Become Partners(父子伙伴情) 5. A Hard Day in the Kitchen(厨房里的一场闹刷)
7. Are Books an Endangered Species? (书籍是即将灭绝的物种吗?) 9. A Tale of Two Smut Merchants(两上淫秽照片商的故事) 11. Canadian Eskimo Lithographs(加拿大爱斯基摩人的石版画) 13. Doug Heir(杜格· 埃厄) 14. Fame(声誉) 16. Genius Sacrificed for failure(为育庸才损英才) 18. Han Suyin?s China(韩素音笔下的中国) 21. In Praie of the Humble Comma(小小逗号赞)
15. Felicia?s Journey(费利西娅的旅行) 17. Glories of the Storm(辉煌壮丽的暴风雨) 22. Integrity——From A Mother in Mannville(正直) 25. Life in a Violin Case(琴匣子中的生趣) 28. Mayhew(生活的道路) 31. My Mother?s Gift (母亲的礼物) 19. Hate(仇恨) 20. How Should One Read a Book? (怎样读书?)
23. In the Pursuit of a Haunting and Timeless Truth(追寻一段永世难忘的史实) 24. Killer on Wings is Under Threat(飞翔的杀手正受到威胁) 26. Love Is Not like Merchandise(爱情不是商品) 29. My Averae Uncle(艾默大叔——一个普通人) 34. On Leadership(论领导) 39. Sunday(星期天) 27. Luck(好运气)
30. My Father?s Music(我父亲的音乐) 33. Of Studies(谈读书)
32. New Light Buld Offers Energy Efficiency(新型灯泡提高能效) 35. On Cottages in General(农舍概述) 37. Promise of Bluebirds(蓝知更鸟的希望) 42. The date Father Didn?t Keep(父亲失约) 47. The Roots of My Ambition(我的自强之源)
36. Over the Hill(开小差)
38. Stories on a Headboard(床头板上故事多) 41. The Colour of the Sky(天空的色彩) 44. The Letter(家书) 46. The Living Seas(富有生命的海洋) 43. The Kiss(吻)
40. The Blanket(一条毛毯)
45. The Little Boat That Sailed through Time(悠悠岁月小船情)
48. The song of the River(河之歌) 51. Trust(信任) 53. Why the bones Break(骨折缘何而起) 1
49. They Wanted Him Everywhere——Herbert von Karajan(1908-1989) (哪儿都要他) 50. Three Great Puffy Rolls(三个又大双暄的面包圈) 52. Why measure Life in Hearbeats? (何必以心跳定生死？)
54. Why Women Live Longer than Men(为什么女人经男人活得长)
丑石 贾平凹 我常常遗憾我家门前的那块丑石 呢： 它黑黝黝地卧在那里， 牛似的模样； 谁也不知道是什么时候留在这里的.谁 也不去理会它。 只是麦收时节， 门前摊 了麦子，奶奶总是要说：这块丑石，多 碍地面哟，多时把它搬走吧。 于是， 伯父家盖房， 想以它垒山墙， 但苦于它极不规则， 没棱角儿， 也没平 面儿； 用赘破开吧， 又懒得花那么大气 力，因为河滩并不甚远.随便去掬一块 回来，哪一块也比它强。房盖起来，压 铺台阶，伯父也没有看上它。有一年， 来了一个石匠， 为我家洗一台石磨， 奶 奶又说： 用这块五石吧， 省得从远处搬 动。石匠看了看，摇着头，嫌它石质太 细，也不采用。 它不像汉白玉那样的细腻， 可以凿 下刻字雕花，也不像大青石那样的光 滑，可以供来院纱捶布;它静静地卧在 那里， 院边的槐荫没有庇孤它， 花儿也 不再在它身边生长。荒草便繁衍出来， 枝蔓上下，慢慢地，竟锈上了绿苔、黑 斑。 我们这些做孩子的， 也讨庆起它来， 曾合伙要搬走它， 但力气又不足； 虽时 时咒骂它，嫌弃它，也无可奈何，只好 任它留在那里去了。 稍稍能安慰我们的， 是在那石上有 一个不大不小的坑凹儿， 雨天就盛满了 水。常常雨过三天了.地上已经于燥， 那石凹里水儿还有，鸡儿便去那里渴 饮。 每每到了十五的夜晚， 我们盼着满 月出来，就爬到其上，翘望天边；奶奶 总是要骂的， 害怕我们摔下来。 果然那 一次就摔了下来，磕破了我的膝盖呢。 人都骂它是丑石， 它真是丑得不能 再丑的丑石了。 终有一日， 村子里来了一个天文学 家。 他在我家门前路过， 突然发现了这 块石头， 眼光立即就拉直了。 他再没有 走去， 就住了下来； 以后又来了好些人， 说这是一块陨石， 从天上落下来己经有 二三百年了， 是一件了不起的东西。 不 久便来了车，小心翼翼地将它运走了。 这使我们都很惊奇!这又怪又丑的
An Ugly Stone Jia Pingwa I used to feel sorry for that ugly black piece of stone lying like an ox in front of our door; none knew when it was left there and none paid any attention to it, except at the time when wheat was harvested and my grandma, seeing the grains of wheat spread all over the ground in the front yard of the house, would grumble: "This ugly stone takes so much space. Move it away someday. " Thus my uncle had wanted to use it for the gable when he was building a house, but he was troubled to find it of very irregular shape, with no edges nor corners, nor a flat plane on it. And he wouldn't bother to break it in half with a chisel because the river bank was nearby, where he could have easily fetched a much better stone instead. Even when my uncle was busy with the flight of steps leading to the new house he didn't take a fancy to the ugly stone. One year when a mason came by, we asked him to snake us a stone mill with it. As my grandma put it: "Why net take this one, so you worst have to fetch one from afar." But the arson took a look and shook his head; he wouldn't take it for it was of too fine a quality. It was neither like a fine piece of white marble on which words or flowers could be carved, nor like a smooth big bluish stone people used to wash their clothes on. The stone just lay there in silence, enjoying no shading front the pagoda trees by the yard, nor flowers growing around it. As a result weeds multiplied and stretched ail over it, their stems and tendrils gradually covered with dark green spots of moss. We children began to dislike the stone too, and would have taken it away if we had been strong enough; all we could do for the present was to leave it alone, despite our disgust or even curses. The only thing that had interested us in the ugly stone was a little pit on top of it, which was filled with water on rainy days. Three days after a rainfall, usually, when the ground had become dry, there was still water in the pit, where chickens went to drink. And every month when it came to the evening of the 15th of lunar calendar, we would climb onto the stone, looking up at the sky, hoping to see the full moon come out from far away. And Granny would give us a scolding, afraid lest we should fall down--and sure enough, I fell down once to have my knee broken. So everybody condemned the stone: an ugly stone, as ugly as it could be. Then one day an astronomer came to the village. He looked the stone square in the eye the moment he came across it. He didn't take his leave but decided to stay in our village. Quite a number of people came afterwards, saying the stone was a piece of aerolite which had fallen down from the sky two or three hundred years ago-what a wonder indeed! Pretty soon a truck carne, and carried it away carefully. It gave us a great surprise! We had never expected that such a strange and ugly stone should have come from the sky! So it had once
石头，原来是天上的呢！它补过天，在 天上发过热， 闪过光， 我们的先祖或许 仰望过它，它给了他们光明、向往、憧 憬:而它落下来了， 在污土里， 荒草里， 一躺就是几百年了?! 奶奶说: “真看不出:它那么不一 般， 却怎么连墙也垒不成， 台阶也垒不 成呢?” “它是太丑了。”天文学家说。 “真的，是太丑了。” “可这正是它的美!” 天文学家说， “它是以丑为美的。” “以丑为美?” “是的， 丑到极处， 便是美到极处。 正因为它不是一般的顽石， 当然不能去 做墙，做台阶，不能去雕刻，捶布。它 不是做这些小玩意儿的， 所以常常就遭 到一般世俗的讥讽。” 奶奶脸红了，孔也脸红了。 我感到自己的可耻， 也感到了丑石 的伟大； 我甚至怨恨它这么多年竟会默 默地忍受着这一切， 而找又立即深深地 感到它那种不属于误解、 寂寞的生存的 伟大。
mended the sky, given out its heat and light there, and our ancestors should have looked up at it. It hard given them light, brought there hopes and expectations, and then it had fallen down to the earth, in the mud and among the weeds, lying there for hundreds of years! My grandma said: "I never expected it should be so great! But why can't people build a wall or pave steps with it?" "It's too ugly, the astronomer said. "Sure, it's really so ugly.” "But that's just where its beauty lies! " the astronomer said, "its beauty comes from its ugliness. " "Beauty from ugliness?" "Yes. When something becomes the ugliest, it turns out the most beautiful indeed. The stone is not an ordinary piece of insensate stone, it shouldn't be used to build a wall or pave the steps, to carve words or flowers or to wash clothes on. It's not the material for those petty common things, and no wonder it's ridiculed often by people with petty common views. My grandma became blushed, and so did l. I feel shame while I feel the greatness of the ugly stone; I have even complained about it having pocketed silently all it had experienced for so many years, but again I am struck by the greatness that lies in its lonely unyielding existence of being misunderstood by people.
匆匆 朱自清 燕子去了， 有再来的时候； 杨柳枯 了，有再青的时候；桃花谢了，有再开 的时候。但是，聪明的，你告诉我，我 们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？—— 是有人偷了他们罢：那是谁?又藏在何 处呢?是他们自己逃走了罢；现在又到 了哪里呢? 我不知道他们咨给了我多少日子； 但我的手确乎是渐渐空虚了。 在默默里 算着，八千多日子已经从我手中溜去；
Rush Zhu Ziqing Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? -If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be? Where could ire hide them? If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment? I do not know how many days I have been given to spend, but I do feel my hands are getting empty. Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me .Like a drop
像针尖上一滴水滴在大海里， 我的日子 滴在时间的流里， 没有声音， 也没有影 子。我不禁头渗鸿而泪潜潜了。 去的尽管去了，来的尽管来着，去 来的中间，又怎样地匆匆呢?早上我起 来的时候， 小屋里射进两三方斜斜的太 阳。 太阳他有脚啊， 轻轻悄悄地挪移了； 我也茫茫然跟着旋转。 于是—洗手的时 候，日子从水盆里过去；吃饭的时候， 日子从饭碗里过去;默默时，便从凝然 的双跟前过去。我觉察他去的匆匆了， 伸出手遮挽时， 他又从遮挽着的手边过 去，天黑时，我躺在床上，他便伶伶俐 俐地从我身上跨过，从我脚边飞去了。 等我睁开眼和太阳再见， 这算又溜走了 一日。 我掩着面叹息。 但是新来的日子 的影儿又开始在叹息里闪过了。 在逃去如飞的日子里， 在千门万户 的世界里的我能做些什么呢?只有徘徊 罢了， 只有匆匆罢了； 公在八千多日的 匆匆里，除徘徊外，又剩些什么呢?过 去的口子如轻烟被微风吹散了，如薄 雾， 被初阳蒸融了： 我留着些什么痕迹 呢 ? 我何曾留着像游丝样的痕迹呢 ? 我 赤裸裸来到这世界， 转眼间也将赤裸裸 的回去罢?但不能平的，为什么偏要白 白走这一遭啊? 你聪明的， 告诉我， 我们的日子为 什么一去不复返呢? 1922.3.28
of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes. Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming; yet in between, how swift is the shift, in such a rush? When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun marks its presence in my small mom in two or three oblongs. The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively; and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution. 'Thus,--the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, and passes away before my daydreaming gaze as I reflect in silence. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but be keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile way. The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone. I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh. What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape? Nothing but to hesitate, to rush. What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush, apart from hesitating? Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a fight wind, or evaporated as mist by the left behind any gossamer morning sun. What traces have I left behind me? Have I eve left behind any gossamer traces at all? I have come to this world, stark nakedness; am I to go hack, in a blink, in the same stark nakedness? It is not fair though: why should 1 have made such a trip for nothing! You the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? March 28, 1922
冬夜 艾芜 冬天一个冰寒的晚上。 在寂宽的马 路旁边， 疏枝交横的树下， 候着最后一 辆搭客汽车的， 只我一人。 虽然不远的 墙边， 也蹲有一团黑影， 但他却是伸手 讨钱的。 马路两旁， 远远近近都立着灯 窗明灿的别墅， 向暗蓝的天空静静地微 笑着。 在马路仁是冷冰冰的， 还刮着一 阵阵猛厉的风。留在枝头的一两片枯 叶，也不时发出破碎的哭声。
Winter Night Ai Wu It was a cold winter night. The street was deserted. I stood alone under a tree with an entanglement of bare branches overhead, waiting for the last bus to arrive. A few paces off in the darkness there was a shadowy figure squatting against the wall, but tie turned out to be a tramp. The street was lined with fine houses, their illuminated windows beaming quietly towards the dark blue sky. It was icy cold with a gust of strong wired howling around. A couple of withered leaves, still clinging to the branches, rustled mournfully from time to tithe. The shadowy figure, taking a copper coin from me with thanks,
那蹲着的黑影，接了我的一枚铜 板， 就高兴地站起来向我搭话， 一面抱 怨着天气： “真冷呀，再没有比这里更 冷了！??先生，你说是不是?” 看见他并不是个讨厌的老头子， 便 也高兴地说道： “乡下怕更要冷些吧?” “不，不。 ”他接着咳嗽起来，要 吐出的话，塞在喉管里了。 我说： “为什么?你看见一下霜， 乡 下的房屋和田野，便在早上白了起来， 街上却一点也看不见。 ” 他捶了几下胸口之后， 兴奋地接着 说道： “是的，是的??乡下冷，你往 人家门前的稻草堆上一钻就暖了 哪??这街上，哼，鬼地方！??还有 那些山里呵，比乡下更冷哩，咳，那才 好哪！火烧一大堆，大大小小一家人， 闹热呀！??” 接着他便说到壮年之日， 在南方那 些山中冬夜走路的事情。 一个人的漂泊 生活， 我是喜欢打听的， 同时车又没有 驰来.便怂思他说了下去。他说晚上在 那些山里， 只要你是一个正派的人， 就 可以朝灯火人家一直走去，迎着犬声， 敞开树阴下的柴门， 大胆地闯进。 对着 火堆周围的人们， 不管他男的女的， 用 两手向他们两肩头一分， 就把你带着风 寒露湿的身子， 轻轻地放了进去。 烧山 芋和热茶的香味， 便一下子扑人你的鼻 子。抬头看，四周闪着微笑的眼睛，欢 迎着， 毫没有怪你唐突的神情。 你刚开 口说由哪儿来的时候，一杯很热的浓 茶， 就递在你的下巴边上。 老太婆盼咐 她的孙女， 快把火拨大些， 多添点子柴， 说是客人要烘吸他的身子；你暖和了， 还不觉得疲倦的话， 你可以摸摸小孩子 的下巴， 拧拧他们的脸蛋， 做一点奇怪 的样子，给他们嬉笑。年轻的妈妈，一 高兴了， 便会怂恿他的孩子把拿着要吃 的烧山芋， 分开一半， 放在你这位客人 的手上。 如果你要在他们家过夜， 他们 的招待， 就更来得殷勤些。 倘若歇一会， 暖 暖身子，还要朝前赶路，一出柴门，还 可听见一片欢送的声音： “转来时，请 来玩呀!”老头子讲着讲着，给冷风一
straightened up to attempt a conversation with me. "It's really cold here," he complained. "It couldn't be colder anywhere else ....What do you think, sir?" Seeing that he was not too nasty an old man, I readily responded: "It must he colder in the country, I'm afraid.” "No, no," he disagreed and began to cough, his words stuck up in his throat. "Why?" I asked. "In the country when it frosts, you always find the roofs and the fields turning white in the morning, but you don't see that here on the streets.” He patted his chest to ease off his coughing and went on excitedly: "True, true... it's cold in the country, but when you get into somebody's straw stack, you are warm again at once.... But this street, humm, what a terrible place! In the mountains, it's even colder, but when they have a fire in the house with the whole family sitting around it, wow, it's heaven!" Then he began to relate to me the adventures of his younger days-travelling alone in winter nights through the mountains in the south. As I was interested in stories about wanderers and since the bus had not arrived yet, I encouraged him to go on. "When you end up in the mountains at night," he said, "and if you are a decent person, you can always turn to the place where there is a light flickering and a dog harking. You push open the bramble gate under the shade and walk in without hesitation. Part the people, men or women, around the fire with your hands and you bring yourself -- a cold and wet man with dew-among them. Immediately your nose is filled with the aroma of hot tea and roast sweet potatoes. When you look round you see friendly faces smiling at you; there is no hint of anything like blame for what elsewhere might be considered as brusqueness. Scarcely have you begun to tell them where you come from when a cup of hot and strong tea is handed over to you. Grandma will tell her granddaughter to feed the fire with more wood, saying that the guest needs more beat to warm up. When you are recovered from cold and fatigue, you tend to tease the baby, stroking his chin, giving a gentle pinch to his cheek or making a face to provoke him to gurgle. He delighted young mother will encourage her baby to share his sweet potato with you. The baby will then break it in two and thrust one half into your hand. If you intend to stay overnight, you will be entertained with all possible hospitality. If you've just dropped in to warm up and then go on your way, they will see you off at the gate, saying 'Please do drop in on us again on your way back, ' " In the middle of his babbling another gust of wind brushed by and the old man began to cough again. I was so intrigued by his story that I did not feel the cold any more. Suddenly he grabbed my hand, forgetting that we were strangers, and asked: "Sir, could you tell me why the people here even do not allow a
吹， 便又咳嗽起来， 我听得冷都忘记了， 突然老头子忘形地拉着我问道： “先生，这到底是什么原因 哪???这里的人家，火堆一定烧得多 的， 看窗子多么亮哪??他们为什么不 准一个异乡人进去烤烤手哩?” 搭客汽车从远处轰轰地驰来了， 我 赶忙摆他的手，高声说道： “因为他们是文明的人， 不像那些 山里的??” 再跳进通明的汽车里， 蓦地离开他 了。 但远的南国山中， 小小的灯火人家 里面， 那些丰美的醉人的温暖， 却留在 我的冬夜的胸中了。 互助 王蒙 L 君跻身文坛，盖有年矣，但总是 红不起来，颇感寂寞。于是，他找到了 各种关系， 以盛宴重礼把著名的评论家 J 君招待了一次。 J 君有感于其情之盛， 慨然允诺说： “现在他们对你太冷落了， 就是不公平!我一定要写一篇推荐你的 作品的文章， 登到大报上， 你的作品的 优点是??” L 君不等 I 君说完， 慌忙摆手摇头， 他说： “千万不必!千万不必!我只乞求 您写一篇义正词严的文章把我批一个 狗血淋头！ 积数十年之经验， 我深知凡 被您批了的， 都可以风行全国， 名震环 球!而您也可以获得另一方面的美誉和 利益，那才叫相反相成，相得益彰!”
countryman in to warm his hands? They must've got bigger fires in their houses- Look at their bright windows. . . " The bus came rumbling up. Withdrawing my hand from his, I answered at the top of my voice "Because they are more civilized than the mountain people. . . " With that I jumped onto the brightly-lit bus which started moving on, leaving the old man behind. But the little houses with flickering oil lamps in the remote mountains and the intoxicating warmth and friendliness of their inhabitants left a deep impress on my memory.
Helping Each Other Wang Meng Mr. L. had been a member of the literary circles for years without attracting any public attention. He felt rather deserted, and so he managed through various personal connections to invite Mr. J., a famous literary critic, to an elaborate dinner besides presenting him with expensive gifts. Mr. J. was quite moved by Mr. L.?s hospitality and promised right away, "It's not fair that you have been so ignored! I must write an article for a key newspaper to recommend your works. The merits of your works are... Mr. L. hastily cut in, shaking his head and waving his hands," No! No! I only beg you to write a very severe criticism against me. From my years of experience, I have come to the conclusion that all articles you criticize mill become popular not only in our country but also in the world. Meanwhile, you gain greater fame and interests through your criticism. Ibis is indeed `extremes meet' and hill only end up with mutual help and benefit!"
黄昏 茅盾 侮是深蓝色的， 说不上光滑； 排了 队的小浪开正步走， 数不清有多少， 喊 着口令“一，二—— 一”似的，朝喇 叭口的海塘来了。挤到沙滩边，噗澌! —— 队伍解散，喷着愤怒的白沫。然 而后一排又赶着扑上来了。 三只五只的白鸥轻轻地掠过， 翅膀 扑着波浪—一 一点一点躁怒起来的波 浪。 风在掌号。 冲锋号!小波浪跳跃着，
Dusk Mao Dun The sea is deep blue, and cannot be called smooth, for countless rows of small breakers are marching in parade-step as if following the shouted command, “One, two! One! "—towards the trumpet-shaped jetty. Crowded close together, they rush to the sandy beach-splash! The marching ranks scatter and burst into angry spray. The rows immediately behind follow suit. A few white seagulls flicker across the surface of the sea, quickly and lightly, wings skimming the waves which become, little by little, increasingly restive. The wind is trumpeting, a bugle calling to charge! Small breakers spring up, each breaker like a large eye casting out
每一个像个大眼睛， 闪射着金光。 满海 全是金眼睛， 全在跳跃二海塘下空隆空 隆地腾起了喊杀。 而这些海的跳跃着的金眼睛重重 叠叠一排接一排， 一排怒似一排， 一排 比一排浓溢着血色的赤， 连到天边， 成 为缉金色的一抹。 这上头， 半轮火红的 夕阳! 半边天烧红了， 重甸甸地压在夕阳 的光头上。 愤怒地挣扎的夕阳似乎在说： 哦，哦!我已经尽今天的历史的使 命， 我已经走完了今天的路程了!现在， 现在， 是我的休息时间到了， 是我的死 期到了!哦， 哦!却也是我的新生期快开 始了!明天.从海的那一头， 我将威武地 升起来，给你们光明，给你们温暖，给 你们快乐! 呼——呼—— 风带着永远不会死的太阳的宣言 到全世界。高的喜马拉雅山的最高峰， 汪洋的太平洋，阴郁的古老的小村落， 银的白光冰凝了的都市—— 一切，一 切，夕阳都喷上了一口血焰! 两点三点白鸥划破了渐变为褚色 的天空。 风带着夕阳的宣言去了。 像忽然融化了似的； 海的无数跳跃 着的金眼睛摊平为暗绿的大面孔。 远近有悲壮的茄声。 夜的黑幕沉重地将落未落。 不知到什么地方去过一次的风， 忽 然又回来了。 这回是打着鼓似的： 勃仑 仑，勃仑仑!不，不单是风，有雷！风 挟着雷声! 海又动荡，波浪跳起来，轰!轰! 在夜的海上，大风雨来了! 盼头 杨航 细娃盼过年，大人盼开春。儿时， 对于大人的盼是不能理解的，但过年， 对我来说， 可是一年的大盼头了。 过年， 不但好玩， 且有肉吃， 那气氛是迷人的： 年一过， 又盼日子快些流， 好流来又一 个春节。
golden sparks. The whole sea is full of golden eyes, all leaping. Rumble-rumble… beneath the jetty a battle cry bursts forth. The sea's golden eyes fall into ranks, each rank pursued by the next, each angrier than the last and deepening to blood-red as they stretch to the golden line of the horizon. There, above, lies the fiery half circle of the setting sun! Half the sky burns red, pressing heavily down upon the bald head of the sun. The indignantly struggling sun seems to be saying: "Ohl Oh! 1 have completed today's historic duty; I have finished today's journey! Now, now, my time to rest has come; my time to die is here. Oh! Oh l And yet, it is also my rebirth that will soon begin! Tomorrow, from the other end of the sea, 1 shall bravely hoist myself up, give you light, give you warmth, give you joy!" Whooo-huuu… The wind carries the declaration of the never-dying sun to all the world. The highest peaks of the Himalayas; the endless waters of the Pacific; small, old, gloomy villages; cities frozen by silver lights upon each and every one, the setting sun scatters its blood-red flames ! The sky, deepening to ochre, is broken by two or three seagulls. The wind that carried the declaration of the dying sun has As if suddenly melting, the countless leaping golden eyes smooth themselves down into a great, dull, green face. From near, then far, corms the solemn, trade sound of a flute. Night's black curtain will be heavily lowered, but has not yet completely fallen. The wind, having gone no-one-knows-where, suddenly returns, returns as a beating drum: Boom-lum-lum, Boom- lum-lum! Ho, not the wind alone, but thunder? The wind carries the voice of thunder! The sea roils again, waves surging high, crash! Crash! To the night-bound sea a storm has come!
Something to Look Forward To Yang Hang Little children look forward to the arrival of lunar New Year, adults to that of spring. When a child I couldn't understand what the elders hoped for. But New Year's Day was always the greatest red-letter day of all the year, for it meant the nicest food as well as a lot of fun, which was really fascinating. As soon as the festival was over, another one was my dream and I wished time flew as fast as possible.
在盼中， 日子真的流得飞快， 转服 上了小学，继而初中，然后高中，最后 大学； 盼的欲望更加强烈， 盼的内容也 越渐丰富了： 盼有好成绩毕业， 盼有一 份好工作， 盼事业有成， 盼挣钱替父母 分优，盼有一个好爱人??不知不觉， 天天踩着盼的石阶而上， 自己竟成了一 个大男人， 一个挣钱养家糊口的忙碌人 了。 生活开始变得复杂。 然而， 无论自 己是否变得庸俗， 变得伟大， 盼头依然 天天有：盼信件，盼稿件被采用，盼发 奖金， 盼某事有满意结果， 盼一次聚会、 一次旅行??人就在盼中找到了依托。 没有盼头的日子是苍白不可想象 的。人，得天天有点什么盼头，生活才 不至于暗淡。 有了盼头， 会觉得太阳每 天都是新的。 不管是望梅止渴， 还是画 饼充饥，它都会激励你不停手中的桨， 去追逐哪怕一星微小的火光。 土地去掉水分， 就成了沙漠； 人没 有了盼，还剩什么?小盼头支撑人的一 天，大盼头支撑人的一生。 人，是绝不能没有盼头的。 媲美 林青 一朵雪花的体态是轻盈的， 宛 如六枚小银针， 千针万线， 给 S 大学校 园绣出了合身的水晶外套。 但是， 正如 童话世界也有缺陷一样， 文史楼北墙畔 一株年轻的龙柏，由于一夜风摧雪压， 已经倾侧成 30°斜角了。 远处走来几个身背照相机的年轻 人二其中那位穿黑呢大衣的姑娘真美， 一双亮晶晶杏核儿大眼， 似湖？似星？ 谁也说不清，只惹得路人不时朝她张 望。 这群市大学生摄影协会会员准备捕 捉大自然恩赐的美妙镜头， 心情舒畅地 说笑着，渐渐地走近这棵倾斜的龙柏。 “在文史楼前拍张雪景吧!”一个 浑厚的男中音提议。 “不， 这棵龙柏被风雪压斜了， 缺 乏自然美。 ”姑娘那双纤手朝不远处一 指。 “喏，到生物系的小植物园去，那 儿不仅有龙柏，还有雪松、扁柏呢。 ”
Days spent in expectation come and go really very fast. Very soon I Finished primary school, went to junior and senior muddle school, and finally to college; with ever greater desire for more varied things: for graduation with honours, for an ideal job, for a successful career, for more earnings to share my parents' burden, for a satisfactory wife. . .. Climbing the upward steps of hope I had become a fully grown man before I was aware of it, a busy breadwinner with a family on my hands. Life began to show its various facets. Whether I have turned more vulgar or great, I have always something to look forward to. It may be arrival of a letter, publication of an article, the bonus-distributing day, a gratifying result of something, a get-together or a pleasure trip. . .Such expectations serve as a prop to a person's faith in life. A day without hope would be unimaginably pale. There must be something to look forward to each day to brighten one's life and keep it out of shadows. To a person cherishing hopes every morning rises a new sun. Even if it is a fantasy or an illusion, so long as it shows a ray of hope it still urges you on in pursuit of that little sparkle without letup. Deprived of moisture content, soil turns into desert. Deprived of hope, what is there left to a person? A small hope sustains a person for a day, a great one for a lifetime. Human beings cannot do without something to look forward to.
Beauty Lin Qing Snowflakes are light, each having six tiny silver needles. Last night, they worked together to weave a well-fitted crystal outfit for the campus of S University. However, nothing is perfect, not even in a fairyland. 'Me young dragon cypress at the north wall of the Humanities Building was bent over at a 30 degree angle after the night?s snowstorm. Several students carne from a distance, each carrying a camera. Among them was a girl in a black wool overcoat. She was a real beauty, her almond-shaped eyes like pools of clear water or bright stars in the sky. It was hard to tell which they resembled more, but she herself was certainly eye-catching! These members of the town's College Photographers Society had come out to capture the beautiful scenery endowed by nature. Laughing and talking merrily, they were approaching the leaning cypress. "Let's take a shot just in front of the Building!" a rich baritone voice suggested. "No, this cypress is bent by the storm and lacks natural beauty," the girl responded. Pointing to a place nearby, she proposed, "Why don't
她的声波在清冽的空间扩散， 像清 甜的冰糖渐渐融化。 年轻人留下了一串 无邪的笑声。 又一个竹骨梅肌的青年出现在文 史楼前， 衣服右下摆隐约可见斑驳的油 画颜料污迹。 他在欣赏雪景之余， 猛然 发现倾斜的龙柏， 不满地轻声嘀咕： “搞 环境保护的同志真马虎， 昨晚下那么大 的雪， 竟没来校园巡视， 他们对美的统 一性的被破坏负有间接的责任!”这位 美术爱好者凝视片刻， 灵感的火花映亮 心窗， 他立刻打开速写本， 涅着炭精棒， 勾勒这棵龙柏的体态轮廓， 准备回宿舍 精心画一幅漫画， 连画名也想好了， 就 叫做： 《一株龙柏的控诉》 。 他离去时遗 憾地摇头叹息， 眼波里颤动着一丝失望 的情绪。 微弱的阳光下， 急匆匆地走来一个 肩挎旧书包的青年工人， 他是来旁听中 文系选修课的。 突然， 一阵风吹拂龙柏 树， 扬起无数雪沫， 洒在他头上、 身上。 青年工人仰脸看看那株龙柏.脚步放慢 了，他一看手表立刻加快步伐走去。 一会， 他带来一把铁锹、 一截旧茅 竹、橡皮带，手脚麻利地不停地劳作， 那株倾斜的龙柏终于挺直了脊梁， 牢牢 地屹立在校园。 上课铃声响了。 他疾步如飞地向教 室奔去! 静谧。 点点不同的浅蓝色脚印留在 雪地里，组合成一行行无人辨识的文 字， 蕴藏着精致微妙的内涵。 那株龙柏 静静注视着面前的雪地， 仿佛苦心思索 关于美的神秘的定义。 枪口 徐光兴 官复原职的 N 省建材局杨局长和 李秘书， 走在篙草丛生、 芦荻疏落的湖 边。 “烟中列峋青无数， 雁背夕阳红欲 暮。 ”西风，秋水，雁阵，衔着落日的 远山， 交融在一起， 更增添打猎者的无 限兴致。 “嘎——” 传来一声水禽被惊动的 鸣叫。 杨局长从李秘书手里接过一支崭
we go to the small garden they went, leaving their carefree laughter behind. Another slim young man appeared at the Building, his coat stained with paint somewhere down the right corner. In appreciation of the snow scene he suddenly caught sight of the bent cypress, lie grumbled to himself. "The gardeners were indeed very negligent. They didn't even come out to patrol the campus in such a heavy snow as last night's. They should he held partially responsible for the ruin of the harmonious beauty of nature." The amateur artist was staring at the bent cypress when inspiration flashed into his mind. He quickly opened his sketch book and drew an outline of the cypress with his charcoal pen. He planned to develop the sketch into a cartoon, when he got back to the dormitory. He had even figured out a title for it, "A Cypress Complains.” He left with a sigh of sympathy for the bent tree and a flicker o# disappointment in his eyes. In the dim sunlight, a young worker, with a worst bag on his shoulder, was hurrying to the Chinese Department to audit a selective course. All of a sudden a gust of wind blew over the bent cypress, shaking the overlaying snowflakes down onto the young man's head and shoulders. He looked up and noticed the tree. Then he slowed his steps, took a glance at his watch and hurried away. In a short while, he came back with a spade, an old bamboo stick and a piece of rubber hand. He worked with his deft hands on the bent cypress, until it was straight again. The bell for class was ringing and he dashed to the classroom. Silence reigned. Faint bluish footprints, of all shapes and sizes, farmed in the snow lines of illegible words with subtle implications. That cypress was quietly gazing at the snow, as if meditating on the mystery of beauty.
The Muzzles Xu Quangxing Yang had just been sent back to his former post, Chief of the Provincial Building Material Bureau. Later one afternoon he was walking with Secretary Li, hunting beside the lake where wormwood grew abundantly among scattered reeds. There were seemingly endless green mountain ranges stretching into thin mist, and wild geese silhouetted against the glow of the setting sun. An autumn stream ruffled by the west wind, and the lines of wild geese set against the background of distant mountains embracing the sinking sun, harmoniously merged to enhance the joy of the hunters.
新的猎枪， 爱抚地摸了一下。 它是双筒 枪管，枪身瓦蓝铮亮，枪口黑黝黝的， 有一股逼人的寒气。 货三十多年前他打 游击时，也没拿到过这样的枪。 “吱嘎——嘎呷” ，从附近湖面的 荷梗残苇中， 窜出几只白颈黄蹼、 羽毛 灰麻麻的水鸭子， 在空中扑腾乱飞， 惊 悸声声。 赶着猎狗的捕猎社员， 也悄悄 地摸到这儿。 好几支猎枪的枪口， 同时 瞄准了这些空中猎物。 “砰——” 老杨开枪了。 一缕白烟 消散， 一只水鸭子像断线的风筝， 从半 空中坠下。 “打中喽，打中喽!杨局长，你真 不愧是当年游击队里的神枪手。 ”李秘 书像个孩子似的跳着嚷着， 奔过去捡猎 获物。 老杨只是“嘿嘿”笑了几声，拍着 枪连声说： “好枪，好枪!” 他俩朝熄了引擎的黑色小轿车走 去。老杨说： “老王这家伙，介绍的地 点还蛮不错呢。 ” 李秘书试探地凑上前去说： “他是 您的老部下嘛。这次他请您批 50 吨建 材物资给他??” “你不要为他做说客。 不批， 半个 字也不批； 针尖大的洞， 也会刮进斗大 的风。咱党员干部，那歪门邪道不要 搞。 ”他停了一下，朝烟波迷茫、水天 一色的湖面瞧去。 ‘ “好景致， 可惜婷儿 没有同来。 ” “她今天有更高兴的事儿。 ”李秘 书故作神秘地笑笑说， “王主任托了文 化局的老马， 同意把您的女儿调到省实 验话剧团工作。 ” “嗯?”老杨的眉毛拧了个结。李 秘书只当没察觉， 坐进轿车， 手扶在车 门上，仿佛自言自语地说： “就拿这辆 车来说吧，也是王主任出力调拨给您 的。 那回大姐犯病进院， 还多亏这辆车 接送。 ” “该死， 早把我当猎物给瞄上了。 ” 他下意识地摄紧枪把想。 李秘书一限溜 到枪上，像又想起什么说： “王主任知 道您喜欢打猎， 这支猎枪， 就是他特意 托人专程送到您家的??”
"Quack!” came the cry o# a startled water bird. Bureau Chief Yang took the brand-new hunting gun from Secretary L and caressed it with affection. It was a double-barreled shotgun with a shining blue body and a pair of chilling black muzzles. He had never held such a fine weapon, not even in those days of guerrilla warfare thirty years before. "Quack! Quack!" Out fluttered into the air several grey-feathered ducks with white necks and yellow webbed feet. The commune hunters stole to the lakeside, their hounds at their heels. Several muzzles at once aimed at the fleeing birds in the air. "Bang!" Old Yang fired. A wisp of white smoke dispersed to reveal a duck falling from the sky like a stringless kite. "You've scored a hit! Chief Yang, you did deserve to be called the crackshot in the guerrilla warfare days!" Secretary Li jumped and shouted with joy like a child and rushed to pick up the shot bird. Old Yang chuckled, patted the gun and said, “Excellent shotgun! Excellent indeed!" As they were walking to the waiting black car, Old Yang remarked, “That fellow Wang recommended a fairly good spot to us for hunting.” Seizing the opportunity, Secretary Li cut in probingly, “He used to be your subordinate, didn't he? This time Ws asked you to grant him 50 tons of building material . . . "Don't you ever try to talk me into consenting on his behalf. I won't agree, not or any account! A tiny opening will let in a gust of wind. We Party cadres should not engage in any under-the-counter business." Yang stopped to glance over the misty lake where the water joined the sky. "What a nice view! It's a pity that my daughter Ting hasn't come with us, " he concluded. "There is something nicer in store for her today," Secretary Li smiled with an air of mystery and went on. "Director Wang has managed to get your daughter transferred to the Provincial Drama Troupe with the help of Old Ma of the Cutural Bureau. " "Really?" Old Yang knitted his brows. Secretary Li pretended not to notice it and got into the car, and with his hand still on the door, murmured as if to himself, "As for this car, it was allocated to you through the effort of Director Wang too. When your wife fell ill, she was rushed to hospital in the same car. " "Damn it? I have long been aimed at as a target!" Old Yang thought as he subconsciously tightened his gasp on the shotgun. Secretary Li took a swift glance at the gun, and seeming to have been reminded of something, said, "Director Wang knew that you were fond of hunting, so he had this shotgun sent especially to your home. . ." The engine started. Old Yang was taken aback and couldn't help drawing his breath sharply. The chilling black muzzles glared coldly at him lust like a pair of black eves.
车发动了。 老杨陡然一惊， 不觉倒 抽一口冷气： 黑黝黝双筒枪口， 冒着寒 气， 就像两只黑洞洞的眼睛， 死死地瞄 准了他?? 鸭鸽 王汾滨言： 其乡有养八哥者， 教以语 言，甚押习，出游必与之俱，相将数年 矣。一日，将过绛州，而资斧已罄，其 人愁苦无策。鸟云： “何不告我？送我 王邸，当得善价，不愁归路无资也。 ” 其人云： “我安忍。 ”鸟言： “不妨。主 人得价疾行， 待我城西二十里大树下。 ” 其人从之。 携至城， 相问答， 观者渐众。 有中贵见之， 闻诸王。 王召入， 欲买之。 其人日： “小人相依为命，不愿卖。 ”王 问鸟： “汝愿住否?” 言： “愿住。 ” 王喜。 鸟又言： “给价十金， 勿多予。 ” 王益喜， 立界十金。 其人故作懊恨状而去。 王与 鸟言，应对便捷。呼肉淡之。食已，鸟 曰： “臣要浴。 ”王命金盆贮水，开笼令 浴。浴已，飞檐间，梳翎抖羽，尚与王 喋喋不休。顷之，羽燥，翩趾而起，操 晋声曰： “臣去呀!”顾盼已失所在。王 及内侍，仰面咨磋。急觅其人，则已渺 矣。 后有往秦中者， 见其人携鸟在西安 市上。毕载积先生记。 The Story of a Myna Wang Fenbin said that in his village there was a man who had a myna. He trained it to speak and they got attached to each other. Wherever he went he took it with him. They had been together for years. When he was arriving at 3iangraou one day, he found that tie had run out of money. He was upset, riot knowing what to do. The myna said, "Why not sell me? Take me to the prefect and you can sell me for a good price and traveling expenses will be no problem." The man said, "I can't bear to sell you." The myna said, "That's nothing. As soon as you get the money, get away from here quickly and wait for me under a big tree about twenty R west of town." The man took its advice. Re went to town with the bird, engaging it in brief conversations. Soon they attracted marry onlookers. The steward of the prefect saw the bird and told the prefect about it. The prefect summoned the man to his house and he wanted to buy the bird. The man said, "We depend on each other for survival. I cannot sell it to you." The prefect asked the bird, "Do you like to stay with me?" The bird answered, "Yes, I do." The prefect was delighted to hear it. Then the bird said again, "Give him ten liang of silver and no more." The prefect was all the more delighted. He gave the man ten hang of silver. The man left, with a feigned look of dejection. The prefect asked the bird questions and the bind answered with great readiness. He ordered to give it meat to eat. The moment it finished the meat, the bird said, "I want to take a bath." The prefect ordered to bring a gold basin, fill it with water, open the cage and let it bathe in it. When the bath was over, the bird flew up to the eave where it shook off the water and trimmed its plumage, in the meantime, chattering away with the prefect. In another moment its plumage was dried and the bird fluttered up, saying in the local accent, "I am going, sir, " When they looked up to gee, the bird was out of sight. The prefect and his servants could do nothing but sigh toward the sky. When servants were sent to look for the birdman he was nowhere to be found. Later someone, traveling to Shaanxi, saw the man with his bird in Xi' an. This story is told by Mr. Bi Zaiji. The Bronze Mirror Whenever we visit a museum, we see various types of ancient bronze mirrors. Used as a household necessity for dressing by the ancient Chinese people, these bronze mirrors were mostly unearthed from
铜镜 我们在参观博物馆时， 常常看到各 种古代铜镜。 它是我国古代人民用来整 容的家庭日用品。 这些铜镜大多是从古
墓中出土的，也有少数是传世之物。 ancient tombs, while some are kept as heirlooms. 早在公元前 11 世纪，我国先民已 Our ancestors started to use bronze mirrors in as early as the 11th 经使用铜镜了。 战国时期， 铜镜在民间 century B.C. During the Warring States Period, bronze mirrors 盛行。 镜的正面磨光发亮， 背面有的饰 prevailed among the populace. The front side of the mirrors, after 单层或双层花纹， 常见的有兽面纹、 花 being polished, glistens while the backside is embellished with 叶纹、龙凤纹等。西汉时期，铜镜较厚 single-layered or double-layered patterns, among which the commonly 重， 纹饰多几何图案、 神人和禽兽纹等。 seen are thus- of animal faces, flowers and leaves, dragons and 并有铸刻铭文， 每句仅三至四字， 例如： phoenixes. During the Western flan Period, the bronze mirrors used to “长相思” 、 “毋相忘” 、 “常富贵” 、 “乐 be relatively thick and heavy. Most of the decorative patterns were of 未央” 等。 内容多是通俗的吉祥语。 宋、 geometrical forms, supernatural figures, or fowls and animals, 元时期出现了圆镜、长方镜、菱镜、八 accompanied by inscriptions of only three or four characters with such 棱镜和带柄手镜等。 清代以后， 逐渐被 meanings as "eternal love", "never to forget", "wealth for ever" and 玻璃镜所代替。 "everlasting happiness". The content frequently dealt with common 上海博物馆展出一件铜镜—— “透 well-wishings. During the Song and Yuan Dynasties the bronze mirrors 光镜” ，它是西汉时期的珍品，直径为 appeared in all shapes: round, rectangular, rhomboidal, octagonal, and 11 .5 厘米。 这面铜镜与普通铜镜一样， those with a handle. Since the Qing Dynasty, however, the bronze 背面有图案，还有铭文。奇怪的是，当 mirror has gradually given way to the glass mirror. 一束光线照到镜面， 。反射投影在墙壁 In Shanghai Museum, one finds a treasure of the Western Han Period, the 上， 墙上的光亮圈内竟出现铜镜背面的 "penetrative bronze mirror", measuring 11.5 cm. in diameter. Like ordinary 图案和文字， 好像从镜背 “透” 过来的， bronze mirrors it bears patterns and inscriptions on the back. But what 故称“透光镜” 。对于这种现象，在过 amazes people is that when a bundle of rays is projected onto the surface of 去很长的时间里， 连科学家们都感到惊 the mirror, which, in turn, reflects the light on the wall, the patterns and 奇，人们把它称做“魔镜” 。今天，我 inscriptions on the backside are shown in the ring of the light, as if they had 国已可仿制出售， 作为旅游纪念品， penetrated 很 the whole thickness of the mirror. Hence the name of the mirror. 受外国游客的欢迎。 For a long time in the past, even scientists were so puzzled at the 我国古代常把铜镜当做随葬品。 phenomenon 在 that it was called a "magic mirror". Today, reproductions of 古墓中， 往往发现铜镜放置在死者的头 this mirror are being made and sold as souvenirs and they appeal very much 顶或胸侧。 有时把铜镜和木梳一起放在 to tourists. 漆匣内或小荷包里。 在发掘古墓时， 还 In ancient times, bronze mirrors were very often used as sacrificial 发现有的铜镜放在墓顶上方， 据说这是 objects. In the ancient tombs, one can always expect to find bronze 为了“辟邪”和“降妖” 。 mirrors placed on top of the head or beside the chest of the dead. Sometimes, bronze mirrors and combs were put together in lacquer boxes or small pouches. In unearthing ancient tombs, bronze mirrors were sometimes discovered on the inner topsides, in order to keep away evil spirits and subdue demons, so it was said. 学校 吴晴 我怎能忘记那美丽的校园呢? 那儿处处是碧绿的芳草， 绿草中铺 着洁白的、 笔直的石路。 路两旁种的那 些树分明是一品红， 然而原该为大红色 的排列为环状的叶，却变为柔媚的粉 红， 还有着淡绿色的边儿。 我常在这条 长长的石径上散步。 走着走着， 来到一 座宽阔的台子上， 站在这里可以看到迷 The College Wu Qing How can I ever forget the beautiful campus in Africa? The grounds were covered with dark green grass through which stretched a straight white stone path .On both sides of the path were planted what I believed to be poinsettias. Now the flowers were surrounded by pinkish leaves instead of bright red ones as they should have been. Trimmed with light green edges，the leaves looked delicate and charming. Along the long path I often took a stroll which would take me to a wide terrace，where 1 could watch the enchanting glow of
人的晚霞与夕照， 偶然也能看到冒着浓 烟呜呜南去的列车。 件转身往回走， 不 远便会来到实验室和图书馆。 这儿宽大 的落地窗软帘垂地， 。窗外的木棉树上 开着耀眼的红花。再往前走便是餐厅 了， 那儿有一株美丽的树， 开着雪一样 白的花儿。那花儿开得轻柔而又炯娜， 一朵朵地连成一片， 从远处看去， 美得 像新嫁娘雪白的头纱。 后来我才知道这 就是我在书上读到那么多次的曼陀罗。 学校的中心地带是个扇形的喷水 泉， 中间很艺术地摆着些中国式的太湖 石。这是新建的。 在我们中国教师住的院子里， 有一 个跟这模式一样的喷水泉， 不过比这要 小得多， 像个盆景似的， 那是早来这儿 的老师利用业余时间建的。 他们在池中 放了些水草和金鱼， 可能是为了抒发对 祖国的怀念之情吧， 还在太湖石上用秀 丽的隶书字体刻了 “二泉映月” 四个红 字， 似乎这么一来， 西湖便在他们的怀 抱之中了， 故乡的月便也在向着这些游 子微笑了。 一天， 学校的校长来到中国教师的 住所。 他对这个喷水池赞不绝口， 定要 中国教师为学校也设计一个跟这一样 的喷水池， 建在校园的中央。 于是在校 园里， 在绿茸茸的芳草和艳丽的花朵之 间又加上了一个中国色彩的喷水池， 在 阳光的辉照下，喷射着亮晶晶的水珠 儿。 草衍 野夏 有这样一个故事。 有人问： 世界上什么东西的气力最 大?回答纷纭的很，有的说“象” ，有的 说“狮” ，有人开玩笑似的说：是“金 刚” 。金刚有多少气力，当然大家全不 知道。 结果， 这一切答案完全不对， 世界 上气力最大的， 是植物的种子。 一粒种 子所可以显现出来的力， 简直是超越一 切，这儿又是一个故事。 人的头盖骨， 结合得非常致密与坚 固， 生理学家和解剖学者用尽了一切的
sunset，and occasionally catch the sight of a train pulling and hooting on its way southward. On my way hack I would pass by the laboratory and library building whose large French windows had soft curtains let fall to the floor. Just outside the windows kapok flowers glowed red in full bloom. A short way off stood the dining hall，where I found a tree hearing snore-white blossoms so graceful and soft to the touch，Viewed together from the distance, they were as beautiful as a bridal veil. Later I learned that it was a tree called datura which I had so often read about in hooks. In the centre of the campus was a newly-built fan-shaped fountain. A number of Chinese taihu rocks were arranged in it with a touch of artistry. And there was a story behind it. In the courtyard of the house where Chinese teachers were living， there was also a similar but much smaller fountain looking like potted landscape. It was built by the Chinese teachers who had come earlier in their spare time. They had graced it with water plants and goldfish .Perhaps out of a yearning for their homeland，they had even engraved on a taihu rock four Chinese characters:“Er Quan Ying Yue’ meaning“two springs reflecting the moonlight.”These characters were painted red and written in an ancient calligraphic style. The homesick Chinese teachers seemed to feel that at the sight of these characters， they could by a flight of the imagination bring to their presence a native moon smiling beaming over the West Lake. One day the president of the college carne to visit the Chinese teachers. Delighted by the beauty of their fountain he asked them to design another one for the college. Thus in the centre of the campus, in a field of green grass and colourful flowers appeared a new Chinese fountain spurting out water drops glistening in the sunlight.
Wild Grass Xia Yan There is a story which goes like this: Someone asked, "What is the most powerful thing in the world?" There was a variety of answers. "Elephant," someone said. "Lion," another said. "Buddha's guardian warrior," still another said half-jokingly. As to how powerful the Buddha's guardian warrior was, no one was sure. In fact none of the answers was correct. The most powerful thing in the world is the seed of plants. The force displayed by a seed is simply incomparable. Here goes another story: The bones of a human skull are so tightly and firmly joined that no physiologist and anatomist had succeeded in taking them apart
方法， 要把它完整地分出来， 都没有这 种力气，后来忽然有人发明了一个方 法， 就是把一些植物的种子放在要剖析 的头盖骨里， 给它以温度与湿度， 使它 发芽， 一发芽， 这些种子便以可怕的力 量，将一切机械力所不能分开的骨骼， 完整地分开了， 植物种子力量之大， 如 此如此。 这， 也许特殊了一点， 常人不容易 理解，那么，你看见笋的成长吗?你看 见过被压在瓦砾和石块下面的一颗小 草的生成吗?他为着向往阳光，为着达 成它的生之意志， 不管上面的石块如何 重， 石块与石块之间如何狭， 它必定要 曲曲折折地， 但是顽强不屈地透到地面 上来， 它的根往土壤钻， 它的芽往地面 挺， 这是一种不可抗的力， 阻止它的石 块， 结果也被它掀翻， 一粒种子的力量 的大，如此如此。 没有一个人将小草叫做“大力士， 但是它的力量之大，的确是世界无比。 这种力， 是一般人看不见的生命力， 只 要生命存在， 这种力就要显现， 上面的 石块， 丝毫不足以阻挡， 因为它是一种 “长期坑战的力， 有弹性， 能屈能伸的 力，有韧性，不达目的不止的力。 种子不落在肥土而落在瓦砾中， 有 生命力的种子决不会悲观和叹气， 因为 有了阻力才有磨炼。 生命开始的一瞬间 就带了斗争来的草， 才是坚韧的草， 也 只有这种草， 才可以傲然地对那些玻璃 棚中养育着的盆花哄笑。 种梨 有乡人货梨于市，颇甘芳，价腾贵。 有道士破巾絮衣， 丐于车前。 乡人咄之， 亦不去；乡人怒，加以叱骂。道士曰： “一车数百颗， 老袖止丐其一， 于居士 亦无大损， 何怒为？” 观者劝置劣者一 枚令去，乡人执不肯。肆中佣保者，见 喋聒联不堪，遂出钱市一枚，付道士。 道士拜谢， 谓众日： “出家人不解吝惜。 我有佳梨、 请出供客。 ” 或曰： “既有之， 何不自食?”曰： “我特需此核作种。 ” 于是掬梨大啖。且尽，把核于手，解肩 上镌，坎地深数寸，纳之而覆以土。向
whatever means they tried. Then someone invented a method. He put sonic seeds of a plant in the skull to be dissected and provided the necessary temperature and moisture to make them germinate. Once the seeds germinated, they manifested a terrible force with which he succeeded in opening up the human skull that had failed to be opened even by mechanical means. You may think this is too unusual a story to be grasped by the common mind. Well, have you ever seen how the bamboo shoots grow? Have you ever seen how frail young grass grow out from under debris and rubble? In order to get the sunshine and bring its will to grow into play, no matter how heavy the rocks are and how narrow the space between the rocks, it will wind its way up irresistibly, its roots drilling downward and its sprouts shooting upward. This is an irresistible force. Any rock lying in its way will be overturned. This again shows how powerful a seed can be. Though the little grass has never been said to be herculean, the power it shows is matchless in the world. It is an invisible force of life. So long as there is life, the force will show itself. The rock above it is not heavy enough to prevent it from growing because it is a force that keeps growing over a period of time, because it is an elastic force that can shrink and expand, because it is a tenacious force that will not stop growing until it is grown. The seed does not choose to fall on fertile land but among debris. If it is filled with life, it is never pessimistic or sad, for it is tempered by resistance and pressure. The grass that fights its way out since the moment it is hom can be called "strong' and “temacious"; only the grass that fights its way up since its birth has the right to laugh with justified pride at the potted plants in glassed green houses.
Planting a Pear Tree A villager took his pears to the market to sell. His pears were juicy and sweet, but the price was high. A Taoist priest, in an old cap and worn cotton robe, came up to his cart and begged for a pear. The villager told him to go away but he would not. The villager got angry and began to use strong words at him. The Taoist priest said, "You've got a cartful of pears which must be in the hundred, but I am asking for only one of them and one pear is not much of a loss to you. Why are you getting so angry shout it?" The onlookers said, "Give him a bad one and let him go." A waiter in the tavern, hearing the noisy bickering in the street, came anti bought a pear for the priest. The priest thanked him and said to the crowd, "As a Taoist priest I am not that sparing. I've got first-class pears and I'd like to share them with you." Someone
市人索汤沃灌。 好事者于临路店索得沸 沈，道士接浸坎处。万目攒视，见有勾 萌出，渐大；俄成树，枝叶扶苏；倏而 花，倏而实，硕大芳馥，累累满树。道 七乃即树头摘赐观者，顷刻向尽。已， 乃以镌伐树，丁丁良久，方断；带叶荷 肩头，从容徐步而去。 初，道士作法时，乡人亦杂立众中， 引领注目，竟忘其业。道士既去，始顾 车中，则梨已空矣。方悟适所侬散，皆 己物也。 又细视车上一靶亡， 是新凿断 者。心大愤恨。急迹之，转过墙隅，则 断靶弃垣下， 始知所伐梨本， 即是物也。 道士不知所在。一市粲然。
in the crowd said, "Why not eat your own pears then, since you've got some?" "But I need the core of it as seed," the priest said and, holding up the pear with his hands, began to eat. When he ate up the pear, he held its core in one hand and, with the other, he took off' a small shovel from his back. He began to dig in the ground a hole two or three inches deep, put the core in it and then covered it with earth. Lie asked if anyone in the crowd could find some hot water for him. One of them, an obliging person, fetched some boiling water from a strop by the street. The priest took it over and poured it where the core of the pear was buried. While tine people around watched, the core sprouted and grew and, in a moment, became a tree with exuberant foliage and, in another couple of seconds, it began to blossom and bear pears. The pears were big, emitting sweet fragrance and the tree was heavy with them. The priest picked them and gave them to the people around and soon there were no more. Then the priest began to cut the tree and he worked at it for a long while before he felled it. He put the tree, leaves and all, on his shoulder and walked off at a leisurely pace. While the priest was playing the magic the pear seller, standing among the crowd, craned his neck to watch, forgetting his own business. When the priest was gone he found that all his pears in the cart were gone. It was not until then that he realized the pears the priest had dished out were all his pears. And then he noticed that one shaft of his cart disappeared and the cut was fresh. The pear seller was bursting with anger. He dashed off to run after the priest. Turning the corner he found the lost shaft was lying at the foot of the wall. And by then he realized that it was the shaft of his cart, not the tree, that the priest was cutting. The priest was nowhere to be found and the whole marketplace was immensely amazed. (刘士聪 译) Mourning for Husheng Zhu Ziqing In March I heard from Mr. Liu Xunyu that Husheng was sick and hopelessly sick at that. The doctor said there was nothing he could do but to trait for the day to arrive. Toward the end of April, I came across an obituary issued by Lida Association in the newspaper Current Affairs. How quickly the day had arrived! Later, when I learned how he had suffered during his illness, I thought it was too miserable. From his point of view, however, his passing away was not a bad thing after all, because he suffered less by going earlier. But it must have been very hard for him to close his eyes and resign himself to the fact that he was leaving his Lida School, his friends and his students behind. What wag most memorable about Husheng was his attitude toward life. He was as strong as a man of steel, his dark complexion set off by clothes of coarse cloth, looking like someone from the countryside. He could withstand any hardship and never sought ease and comfort. In
哀互生 朱自清 三月里刘熏宇君来信，说互生病 了， 而且是没有希望的病， 医生说只好 等日子了。四月底在《时事新报》上见 到立达学会的通告， 想不到这么快互生 就殁了！ 后来听说他病中的光景， 那实 在太惨； 为他想， 早点去， 少吃些苦头， 也未尝不好的。但丢下立达这个学校， 这班朋友，这班学生，他一定不甘心， 不瞑目! 互生最叫我们纪念的是他做人的 态度。 他本来是一副铜筋铁骨， 黑皮肤 衬着那一套大布之衣，看去像个乡下 人。他什么苦都吃得，从不晓得享用， 也像乡下人。 他心里那一团火， 也像乡
下人。那一团火是热，是力，是光。由 他不爱多说话， 但常常微笑； 那微笑是 自然的，温暖的。在他看，人是可以互 相爱着的， 除了一些成见已深， 不愿打 开窗户说亮话。 的。 他对这些人却有些 憎恶， 不肯假借一点颜色。 世界上只有 能憎的人才能爱； 爱憎没有定见， 只是 毫无作为的脚色。 公互生觉得青年成见 还少， 希望最多； 所以愿意将自己的生 命一滴不剩而献给他们， 让爱的宗教在 他们中间发荣滋长， 让他们都走向新世 界去。 互生不好发议论， 只埋着头干干 干， 是儒家的真正精神。 我和他并没有 深谈过， 但从他的行事看来， 相信我是 认识他的。 互生办事的专心， 少有人及得他。 他 办立达便饮食坐卧只惦着立达， 再不想 别的。立达好像他的情人，他的独子。 他性情本有些猖介， 但为了立达， 也常 去看一班大人先生， 更常去看那些有钱 可借的老板之类。 他东补西凑地为立达 筹款子，还要跑北京，跑南京。有一回 他本可以留学去， 但丢不下立达， 到底 没有去。 他将生命献给立达， 立达也便 是他的生命。 他办立达这么多年， 并没 有让多少人知道他个人的名字， 他早忘 记了自己。 现在他那样壮键的身子到底 为立达牺牲了。 他殉了自己的理想， 是 有意义的。 只是这理想刚在萌芽； 我们 都该想想，立达怎样才可不死呢?立达 不死，互生其实也便不死了。
this respect he was like a countryman, too. Again like a countryman, he had a heart as warns as fire radiating warmth, power and light. He was a man of few words, but of all smiles. His smile was natural and friendly. In his view, people could love each other, except those with deep prejudices and those who could not bring themselves out in the open. He hated these people, and to them he wouldn't show anything like gentleness. In this world, only those who could hate could love. Those who did not know what to love and what to hate were useless people. Hussheng thought that young people had little prejudice but lots of future promise, so he was willing to devote his life to them without reservation, letting the religion of love grow and flourish among them so that they could all go to a new world. Husheng was not fond of talking too much, instead, he put his mind on work, and work, and nothing but work--an embodiment of the Confucian spirit. Though I never had a chance to talk with him very closely, I was convinced that I understood him from the way he carried himself and conducted matters. Few people 1 knew of were as devoted as Husheng. When he was running Lida School, all his thoughts were on the school, whatever he did. Lida was like his sweetheart, his only son. He was by nature an honest man, but for the sake of Lida, he had to go and see important people, bosses and others from whom he hoped to borrow money. To raise funds, he had to run many places, even as far as Beijing and Nanjing. Once he could have gone to study abroad, but he did not go in the end because he could not tear himself away from the school. He had sacrificed his life for Lida and Iida had become his life too. Though he was head of the school for so many years, he never tried to make his name known to the public. He had forgotten about himself altogether. Now he had worked himself to death for Lida despite his robust constitution. He had died for his ideal-a meaningful death. His ideal was merely beginning to bud. Now we should all think about one question: what must we do to keep Lida alive? If Lida is kept alive, Husheng lives on. The Peanut Xu Dishan At the back of our house there was half a mu of vacant land. "It's a pity to let it go to waste like that," Mother said. "Since you all enjoy eating peanuts, let us open it up and make it a peanut garden.” At that my brother, sister and I were all delighted and so were the young housemaids. Some went to buy seeds, some dug the ground and others watered it and, in a couple of months, we had a harvest! "Let us have a party tonight to celebrate," Mother suggested, "and ask Dad to come for a taste of our fresh peanuts. What do you say?" We all agreed, of course. Mother cooked the peanuts in different styles and told us to go to the thatched pavilion in the garden for the
落花生 许地山 我们屋后有半亩隙地。 母亲说： “让 它荒芜着怪可惜， 既然称们那么爱吃花 生，就辟来做花生园罢。 ”我们几姊弟 和几个小丫头都很喜欢——买种的买 种，动土的动土，灌园的灌园；过不了 几个月，居然收获了! 妈妈说： “今晚我们可以做一个收 获节， 也请你们爹爹来尝尝我们底新花 生，如何?”我们都答应了。母亲把花 生做成好几样食品， 还吩咐这节期要在
园里底茅亭举行。 那晚上底天色不大好， 可是爹爹也 到来， 实在很难得!爹爹说： “你们爱吃 花生么?” 我们都争着答应： “爱!” “谁能把花生底好处说出来?” 。 姊姊说： “花生底气味很美。 ” 哥哥说： “花生可以制油。 ” 我说： “无论何等人都可以用贱价 买它来吃； 都喜欢吃它。 这就是它的好 处。 ” 爹爹说： “花生底用处固然很多； 但有一样是很可贵的。 这小小的豆不像 那好看的苹果、桃子、石榴，把它们底 果实悬在枝上， 鲜红嫩绿的颜色， 令人 一望而发生羡慕的心。 它只把果子埋在 地底，等到成熟，才容人把它挖出来。 你们偶然看见一棵花生瑟缩地长在地 上， 不能立刻辨出它有没有果实， 非得 等到你接触它才能知道。 ” 我们都说： “是的。 ” 母亲也点点头。 爹爹接下去说： “所以你们要像花生， 因为它是有用的， 不是伟大、 好看的东 西。 ”我说： “那么，人要做有用的人， 不要做伟大、体面的人了。 ”爹爹说： “这是我对于你们的希望。 ”
我们谈到夜阑才散，所有花生食品虽然 没有了， 然而父亲底话现在还印在我心版上。
celebration. The weather was not very good that night but, to our great delight, Dad came all the same. "Do you like peanuts?" Dad asked. "Yes!" we all answered eagerly. "But who ran tell me what the peanut is good for?" "It is very delicious to eat," my sister took the lead. "It is good for making cooking oil,” my brother followed. "It is inexpensive." I said. "Almost everyone can afford it and everyone enjoys eating it. I think this is what it is good for." "Peanut is good for many things," Dad said, "but there is one thing that is particularly good about it. Unlike apples, peaches or pomegranates that display their fruits up in the air, attracting you with their beautiful colours, peanut buries its fruit in the earth. It does not show itself until you dig it out when it is ripe and, unless you dip 4 out, you can't tell whether it bears fruit or not just by its frail sterns above ground." "That's true," we all said and Mother nodded tier assent. "So you should try to be like the peanut,' Dad scent on, "because it is useful, though not great or attractive.” "Do you mean,” I asked, "we should team to be useful but not seek to be great or attractive?" "Yes," Dad said. "'Ibis is what I wish you to be." We stayed up late that night, eating all the peanuts Mother had cooked for us. But Father's words remained vivid in my memory till this day.
盲演员 周志俊 “别动！??叫你别动就别动!” “动一个“裤脚管’有什么?’ “什么‘裤脚管’?!” 我不知道是哪根神经的传导， 使这 位双目失明的演员知道我在偷偷撩动 翼幕。我习惯叫翼幕为“裤脚管” ，这 使他很生气， 粘着的胡子簌簌发抖， 要 不是化了妆，肯定是张铁青的脸。 以他的艺龄， 完全可以做做剧院艺 术顾问的事了，多省心!但他说一个演 员不能离开舞台，也许到死!于是每逢 他演出， 院长派我负贵他的安全： 上场、 下场?? 舞台上的翼幕， 什么时候开始被叫 做“裤脚管” ，无人能回答亡但的确有
A Blind Actor Zhou Zhijun "Don't move it! Don't move it, I tell you!" "I've just moved ?the trouser legs' a little. What of it?" "What ?trouser legs??! " I didn't know which of his nerves told this blind actor that I was stealthily moving the side curtains. My habit of calling the side curtains "trouser legs" irritated him to such an extent that his artificial whiskers quivered. I was sure that under the make-up his face must be black with anger. He deserved the position of art adviser in the troupe for the long years he had been working there. What a comfortably easy job it would have been for him! But ire claimed an artist should remain on the stage till death. So I was appointed by the director to see to his safety whenever he went on stage. No one could say when the side curtains on the stage carne to be called the "trouser leg." In fact, some actors would use them as napkins
这样的事， 有些演员常在吃食后， 便把 它当做抹布擦手； 下场时， 为了少走两 步，把“裤脚管”一撩，走个斜线就下 妆去了。 这些他现在已看不到了。 这一 次为了怕翼幕绊住他的脚， 我才撩了一 下， 不幸落在我的身上， 我心里嘟嚷着： “摔着活该!” 他很生气地问起是谁给神圣的舞 台上的翼幕取了“裤脚管”的名字，他 那无光却仍有魅力的眼睛， 突然涌出两 颗泪珠，挂在眼角上，不落下来?? 那是在他还未失明时候的事了， 剧 院门口贴着 “庙小妖风大， 池浅王八多” 的对联，横批是“老朽滚蛋” 。可是几 个年轻人， 演出就困难了。 于是打着 “落 实政策”的幌子，把他解放出来，当舞 台监督兼跑个不出声的群众。 但他的好 年月仪仅不到一个月，也就为了这条 “裤脚管” ，有人当主角，一出场就把 翼幕一撩，亮相，下场一撩，表示帅劲 儿。这些被池看在眼里，忘了“老老实 实改造” 的训示， 在大庭广众面前就吼 了起来， 造反派组织了 “现场批斗会” ， 狠狠斗这条“翻天”的“牛” 。 “打倒斯坦尼的孝子贤孙!” 他心爱的学生， 还把老师在牛棚里 偷偷写成的 《论舞台艺术的整体性》 霍 地甩了出来， 于是现场像热油锅里掉进 盐粒，沸起来了。 “在牛棚里还写黑文毒害人!” 一张张的地下文字，变成了碎片， 在他脚下飞舞， 他低着头， 看见纸片上 的字渐渐小去，小去，他复发了青光 眼?? 他对我抱歉地说， 他看不得别人对 艺术事业的糟蹋。 他伸手摸起桌上一个 照相架， 里面是一张他扮演老工人的剧 照，相框是古铜色雕花的。 “一个完整的艺术品， 应当包括这 个框架。 翼幕就是舞台框子。 假使把翼 幕当成‘裤脚管’ ，随便破坏它，那我 们怎么能称得上是人类灵魂的工程师 呢!” 我真希望他现在能眼睛豁亮起来， 让他看到我的泪水， 我的忏悔。 他看见 了，因为他没有再说下去。
after snacks, and others would lift them to take a short cut off the stage. All this he could no longer see. I had held u the side curtain just in time to keels him from tripping over it, and this was what I got in return from him. "It serves you right if you stumbled on it!" 1 cursed to myself. With tears brimming in his sightless yet still attractive eyes, he angrily demanded to know who nicknamed the sacred side curtains "trouser legs." This incident occurred during the Cultural Revolution when he still had his eyesight. At the door of the theater hung a couplet which read: "A small temple with strong evil wind; A shallow pond with many bad tortoises." Between the vertical couplet stretched the horizontal streamer which read: "Away with old scoundrels." At that time only a few young actors were allowed to perform on the stage. It was almost impossible for them to give any good performances. So this veteran actor was soon "liberated" under the pretest of "implementing the policies" and was made stage manager with the concurrent job of playing silent minor roles on the stage. However, this job which kept him free lasted no more than a month. It was ail because of "the trouser legs" incident. Some leading actors used to hold up one of the side curtains to strike a pose when going on the stage and hold it up again to show off when leaving the stage. When he saw such behavior he forgot the directive of "remoulding in real earnest' and roared with indignation at these actors. A public meeting wits held on the spot by the rebels to severely denounce this "ox" *who wanted to "overturn heaven.” * "Down with the filial son of Stanislavski!" Then suddenly one of the old actor's favorite students flung out the article, On the Integrity of Stage An, which the old actor had written in secret when he was confined in the "ox shed"" This set the whole audience boiling as if salt had been poured into a pot of hot oil. "He even dared to write reactionary articles in the ?ox shed' to poison people's minds!" Viciously they tore up all the streets of his article and scattered the pieces swirling around the old actor's feet. Bending his head, he watched the words on the scraps of paper becoming fainter and fainter until he could see no mare because of a relapse of glaucoma. The old veteran then told me as if in apology that he couldn't bear to see art maltreated. Fumbling on the table, he took up a carved bronze-colored photo frame containing a stage photo of himself as a Veteran worker. He said to me, "A complete work of art should include the frame as well. The side curtains are a part of the stage frame. If we treat them as ?trouser legs' and abuse them at will, how can we actors deserve to be referred to as 'the engineers of the human soul'?" How I wished he could see again! He would see my regretful tears. Yes, he did see all too clearly, for he abruptly broke off.
* ox: a term used during the Cultural Revolution, referring to a class enemy . * overturn heaven: to overthrow the government. * ox shed : a place where "oxen" (class enemies) were confined. “孺子马” 宋连昌 我的邻居老纪，是位消息灵通人 士。每天下班，总要带回几条新闻：大 至国内外大事， 小到谁家夫妻吵架、 婆 媳不和??他发布新闻， 是大家都在做 饭的时候，地点自然以厨房居多。 这天， 老纪进了厨房就说： “老王， 你听说了吗?” “什么事?” “ X X X 的 儿子被逮了。 ” “噢!因为什么?” 我停住 手里的菜刀，惊愕地问。 “还用说，犯 法了呗!??” “其实， 那孩子小时候也蛮好， 都 是家长的过失。 ” 老纪一边淘米一边说， “你没看，从小就质。孩子说要星星， 大人不敢摘月亮。你想孩子小时不教 育， 长大能好得了果不其然， 以后骂人、 打架、抽烟、喝酒全来了。 ” 老纪的话简直够得上至理名言， 我 不住地点头， 并暗暗地为 xxx 惋惜， 若 是他早能听到老纪的“教诲” ，也许不 至于铸成今天的大错了。 老纪讲着， 已打点好饭锅， 准备切 菜。不知怎么“哟”了一声不说了。我 回头一看， 原来他的案板背上用粉笔胡 乱地画着些什么。 但老纪一眼就认出那 是他六岁的儿子小光的手笔， 他默然一 笑： “这小子，准是从昨晚的内部电影 上看来的。 ” 说着他又细细地端详一阵， 才不慌不忙地擦去。 刚巧小光手持长矛从外面冲了进 来，发现自己的“作品”被擦了，立刻 大闹起来： “你干吗擦我的画?臭爸爸!” 哭喊着用长矛向老纪刺过来。 老纪急中 生智， 抓起锅盖来自卫， 口里不住地求 饶： “别别，好孩子，听爸爸说，爸爸 不是给乖乖做饭吗 ? 不擦掉怎么切菜 呀?等我用完，你再画??” “不行!不行!你赔我!” “那??爸 爸明天给你买个画册。 ” “不，我不干， An "Obedient Horse" Song Liangchang My neighbor Lao Ji was well informed. Every day when he got off work, he would bring several pieces of news from big events at home and abroad down to Small strifes between husband and wife, or between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. The tune far his news broadcast was usually dinner time, so the best place for it was naturally the shared kitchen. One day, Lao Ji carte into the kitchen and said, "Lao Wang, haven't you heard the news?" “What? "So-and-so?s son has been arrested." "Oh? Why?" I asked in surprise, putting down the knife. "No doubt for an offense against the law. The boy was quite a darling as a child. It was all his parents' fault," Lao Ji went on while washing rice. "He has been spoilt from childhood, you know. If the boy wanted a star, his parents would not dare to give hire the moon. You see, if a child is not brought up properly from infancy, you cannot expect him to grow up in the right way, can you? Bad habits such as swearing, fighting, smoking and drinking are the consequences." What he said was indeed right and proper and I kept nodding in agreement while secretly sympathizing with spend-so. If he had heard Lao Ji's lecture, he wouldn't have committed such a grave mistake. Lao Ji had finished washing the rice and was preparing to cut the vegetables when he suddenly stopped short with an exclamation of “Oh!” I turned to am something scrawled in chalk on the hack of his cutting hoard. Lao Ji recognized his six-year-old son's drawing at one glance. He then smiled, "'that kid must have learnt this from a film he saw. It was a restricted film, not open to the public. “He stared at the picture for a while before slowly cleaning it off. Just then his son, Xiao Guang, rushed in with a long spear in hand. Seeing that his "masterpiece" was cleaned off, he flared up. "Why did you clean off my picture? What a beastly dad you are!" he tired, pointing his spear at Lao Ji. In desperation, Lao Ji took up the pot lid for self defense. He was begging his son, "Please, don't! There is a dear! Listen to your dad. Dad is preparing dinner far you. How can I cut vegetables without cleaning the drawing off? You can draw on it after I have done the cutting, can't you?" "No! That won't do! You must make it up to me!"
你赔我，你赔我!’ ‘ “那么，过一会爸 爸趴在床上当马， 让你骑上玩打仗， 好 不好？” 大概小孩子都爱玩打仗， 小光这才 住了手。 可是这场 “以子之矛攻父之盾” 的战斗虽然结束了，紧接着又转人了 “停战谈判” 。小光提出马上就骑，老 纪说： “爸爸现在正做饭，哪有工夫陪 你玩?等吃完饭一定让你骑个够，撤谎 是小狗。 ”小光仍然坚持己见，丝毫没 有让步的意思。 老纪搓着两手， 忽然想 起： “唉!对了， 刚才爸爸又给你买来巧 克力， 你快去.要不都叫妈妈吃了。 ” “我 不要吃，我要骑。 ” 谈判处于僵局，老纪正束手无策， 老纪爱人出面调停了： “哎呀!你那么大 人还跟孩子一般见识，饭晚点做怕什 么，先让他骑一会不就完了？” 像在球场上双方发生争执时， 裁判 员一声哨令那样有效， 老纪立刻回屋履 行“孺子马”的义务去了?? 小麻雀 老舍 雨后， 院里来了个麻雀， 刚长全了 羽毛。它在院里跳，有时飞一下，不过 是由地上飞到花盆沿上， 或由花盆上飞 下来。 看它这么飞了两三次， 我看出来： 它并不会飞得再高一些。 ，它的左翅的 几根长翎拧在一处，有一根特别的长， 似乎要脱落下来。 我试着往前凑， 它跳 一跳，可是又停住，看着我，小黑豆眼 带出点要亲近我又不完全信任的神气。 我想到了： 这是个熟鸟， 也许是自幼便 养在笼中的。 所以它不十分怕人。 可是 它的左翅也许是被养着它的或别个孩 子给扯坏， 所以它爱人， 又不完全信任。 想到这个， 我忽然的很难过。 一个飞禽 失去翅膀是多么可怜。 这个小鸟离了人 恐怕不会活， 可是人又那么狠心， 伤了 它的翎羽。 它被人毁坏了， 而还想依靠 人，多么可怜!它的眼带出进退为难的 神情，虽然只是那么个小而不美的小 鸟， 它的举动与表情可露出极大的委屈 与为难。 它是要保全它那点生命， 而不 晓得如何是好。 对它自己与人都没有信
"Well, III buy you a drawing book tomorrow." "No. it won't do, either. I must get it right now!" "Well then, what if I serve as a horse on a bed while you ride an me and play being a knight?" This suggestion made Xiao Guang put his spear away, for he liked the idea as most boys did. Hardly had the battle between the sons spear and father?s shield ended when an "armistick tale" begirt. When Xiao Guang demanded to ride the horse right then, Lao Ji replied. "I'm now preparing dinner. III let you ride on me to your heart's content after dinner. Is that okay? If I don't keep my word, FU be damned!" But Xiao Guang wouldn't budge an inch. Lao Ji wrung his hands in the air out of desperation and started to think of a new idea. "Oh, yes! I've just bought a bar of chocolate. Run and get it right row, or Mum wilt eat it all!" "I don't want chocolate! I want to ride a horse..!" The quarrel carne to a stalemate, and Lao Ji was at his wit's end wizen his wife came to make peace. "Look at you, dear! So childish! What does it matter if we have dinner a bit later than usual? Her words were like a whistle of a referee that settled the dispute immediately. Into Ji instantly went back to his room to carry out his duty as an "obedient horse.” A Little Sparrow Lao She As soon as the rain stopped, a little sparrow, almost full-fledged, flew into the courtyard. It hopped, fluttered, darting up to the edge of flower pots and back to the ground again. Watching it move up and down a couple of times, I realized drat it could not fly any higher as the plumes on its left wing had got twisted with one sticking out as if about to come off. When I made an attempt to move closer, it jumped off a hit and stopped again, staring back at me with its small, black and bean-like eyes that had a mixed look of wanting to be friends with me and not being certain that I was trustworthy. It occurred to me that this must be a tame bird, having been caged since it was hatched perhaps. No wonder it was not much scared of my presence. Its left wing might have been impaired by some kid and that was why there was distrust in its look though it showed some intimacy with man. Suddenly I was seized with sadness. How miserable it was for a bird to lose its wings! Without someone taking care of it this small thing could not survive. But man had injured its wing. How cruel he was! Injured as it was, it still wanted to rely on man. How pitiable! The look in its eyes showed that She little creature was of two minds. It was small and by no means pretty, yet its gestures and expressions revealed that it had been wronged and landed in a difficult situation. It was anxious to keep its delicate life out of danger, but it did not know what to do. It had little confidence in itself and less trust in man, but it needed someone to rely
心，而又愿找到些倚靠。它跳一跳，停 一停，看着我，又不敢过来。我想拿几 个饭粒诱它前来， 又不敢离开， 我怕小 猫来扑它。 可是小猫并没在院里， 我很 快地跑进厨房， 抓来了几个饭粒。 及至 我回来， 小鸟已不见了。 我向外院跑去， 小猫在影壁前的花盆旁蹲着呢。 我忙去 驱逐它，它只一扑，把小鸟擒住!被人 养惯的小麻雀， 连挣扎都不会， 尾与爪 在猫嘴旁搭拉着，和死去差不多。 瞧着小鸟， 猫一头跑进厨房， 又一 头跑到西屋。 我不敢紧追， 怕它更咬紧 了可又不能不追。 虽然看不见小鸟的头 部， 我还没忘了那个眼神。 那个预知生 命危险的眼神。 那个眼神与我的好心中 间隔着一只小白猫。 来回跑了几次， 我 不追了。追上也没用了，我想，小鸟至 少已半死了。 猫又进了厨房， 我愣了一 会儿， 赶紧的又追了去； 那两个黑豆眼 仿佛在我心内睁着呢。 进了厨房， 猫在一条铁筒—冬天升 火通烟用的， 春天拆下来便放在厨房的 墙角—旁蹲着呢。 小鸟已不见了。 铁筒 的下端未完全扣在地上， 开着一个不小 的缝儿， 小猫用脚往里探。 我的希望回 来了， 小鸟没死。 小猫本来才四个来月 大， 还没捉住过老鼠， 或者还不会杀生. 只是叼着小鸟玩一玩。 正在这么想， 小 鸟忽然出来了， 猫倒像吓了一跳， 往后 躲了躲。 小鸟的样子.我一眼便看清了， 登时使我要闭上了眼。小鸟几乎是蹲 着， 胸离地很近， 像人害肚痛蹲在地上 那样。 它身上并没血。 身子可似乎是拳 在一块，非常的短。头低着，小嘴指着 地。那两个黑眼珠!非常的黑，非常的 大， 不看什么， 就那么顶黑顶大的愣着。 它只有那么一点活气， 都在眼里， 像是 等着猫再扑它，它没力量反抗或逃避； 又像是等肴猫赦免了它，或是来个救 星。 生与死都在这俩眼里， 而并不是清 醒的。它是胡涂了，昏迷了：不然为什 么由铁筒中出来呢可是， 虽然昏迷， 到 底有那么一点说不清的，生命根源的， 希望。 这个希望使它注视着地上， 等着， 等着生或死。 它怕得非常的忠诚气完全 把自己交给了一线的希望，一点也不
on. It hopped and stopped, looking at me but too shy to come over. I thought of fetching some cooked rice to attract it, but I dared not leave it alone test it should be attacked by the kitten. As the kitten was not around at the moment, I hurried to the kitchen and cause back with a few grains only to find the bind missing. I ran to the outer yard and saw the kitten crouching by a flower pot in front of the screen wall. I hastened to drive her away but, with a quick jump, she caught hold of the bird. The tame sparrow, with its tail and claws dangling from the kitten?s mouth, did not even know how to struggle. It looked more dead than alive. With my eyes fixed on the bird, I watched the kitten run first to the kitchen and then to the ram at the west end. I was afraid to press hard after her, but I had to follow her in case she should tighten her jaws. Though the bird's head was not visible to toe, the look of anticipated danger in its eyes was vivid in my wind. Between its look and my sympathy stood that small white cat. Having run a few rounds after her I quit, thinking it was pointless to chase her like that because, by the time I caught her, the bird would have been half dead. When the cat slipped back to the kitchen again, I hesitated for a second and then hurried over there too. It seemed, in my mind's eye, the little bird were pleading for help with its two black bean-like eyes. In the kitchen 1 noticed the cat was crouching by a tin pipe which was installed as smoke duct in winter and dismantled in spring, at the corner, but the bird was not with her. The pipe leaned against the corner and, between its lower end and the floor; there was an opening through which the cat was probing with her paws. My hope revived: the bird was not dead. As the kitten was less than four months old, it had not teamed how to catch mice, or how to kill for that matter. It was merely holding the bird in its mouth and having fun with it. While I was thinking along these lines the little bird suddenly emerged and the kitten, taken aback, bolted backward. Tile way the little bird looked was so registered to me at the first glance that I felt like shutting my eyes immediately. It was virtually crouching, with its chest close to the floor, like a man suffering from a stomachache. There was no stain of blood on its body, but it seemed to be shrinking up into itself. Its head dropped low, its small beak pointing to the floor. Its two black eyes, unseeing, were very black and large, looking last- The little life left in it was al in the eyes. It seemed to be expecting the cat to charge again, with no strength to resist or run; or wishing that the cat would be kind enough to pardon it or that some saviour would come along to its rescue. Life and death coexisted in its eyes. I thought the bin must be confused or stunned, or else why should it have come out from the pipe? Stunned as it was, it still cherished some hope which, though hard to define, was the source of life. With that hope it gazed at the floor, expecting either to survive or die. I was so really scared that it became completely motionless,
动。 像把生命要从两眼中流出， 它不叫 也不动。 小猫没再扑它，只试着用小脚碰 它。 它随着击碰倾侧， 头不动， 眼不动， 还呆呆地注视着地上。但求它能活着， 它就决不反抗。 可是并非全无勇气， 它 是在猫的面前不动！ 我轻轻地过去， 把 猫抓住。将猫放在门外，小鸟还没动。 我双手把它捧起来。 它确是没受了多大 的伤.虽然胸上落了点毛。它看了我一 眼! 我没主意： 把它放了吧， 它准是死； 养着它吧，家中没有笼子。我捧着它， 好像世上一切生命都在我的掌中似的， 我不知怎样好。小鸟不动，拳着身，两 眼还那么黑，等着!愣了好久，我把它 捧到卧室里，放在桌子上，看着它，它 又愣了半夭， 忽然头向左右歪了歪用它 的黑眼睁了一下； 又不动了， 可是身子 长出来一些， 还低头看着， 似乎明白了 点什么。 雄辩症 王蒙 一位医生向我介绍， 他们在门诊中 接触了一位雄辩症病人。医生说： “请 坐。 ” 病人说： “为什么要坐呢?难道你要 剥夺我的不坐权吗?” 医生无可奈何，倒了一杯水，说： “请喝水吧。 ” 病人说： “这样谈问题是片面的， 因而是荒谬的，并不是所有的水都能 喝。 例如你如果在水里搀上氰化钾， 就 绝对不能喝。 ” 医生说： “我这里并没有放毒药嘛。 你放心! ” 病人说： “谁说你放了毒药了呢 ? 难道我诬告你放了毒药?难道检察院起 诉书上说你放了毒药 ? 我没说你放毒 药， 而你说我说你放了毒药， 你这才是 放了比毒药还毒的毒药!” 医生毫无办法， 便叹了口气， 换一 个话题说： “今天天气不错。 ” 病人说： “纯粹胡说八道!你这里天 气不错， 并不等于全世界在今天都是好
leaving itself all to the precarious hope. It kept quiet and still as if waiting for its life to flow out of its eyes. The kitten made no more attempts to attack it. She only tried to touch it with her little paws. As the kitten touched it, it tilted from side to side, its head undisturbed and its eyes looking blank at the floor. It would not fight back so long as there was a chance of survival. But the bird had not lost all of its courage; it acted this way only with the cat. I went aver light-footed, picked up the cat and put her outside the door, the sparrow remaining where it was. When I took it up in my hands and looked, it was riot seriously injured, though some fluff had come off its chest. It was looking at me. I had no idea what to do. If I let it go, it was sure to die; if I kept it with me, I did rot have a cage for it. I held it in my hands as if holding all the lives in the world, not knowing what to do. 'Me sparrow huddled up, motionless, its eyes as black as ever, still expectant. It remained that way for a long while. I took it to my bedroom, put it on the desk and watched it for a few moments. Suddenly it tilted its head Wit and then right, winking its black eyes once or twice, and became still again. By now its body seemed to have stretched a hit, but it still kept its head low as if it had understand something.
A Case of Eloquence Wang Meng A doctor once told me about one of his outpatients who suffered from the disease of eloquence: "Please sit down," the doctor told him. "Why should I?" the patient asked. "Are you going to deprive me of my right not to sit down?" The doctor could say nothing but offered him a glass of water. "Have some water then.” The patient retorted, “This is lop-sided talk, so it is absurd. Not all water is drinkable. If you put same potassium cyanide in it, it will be undrinkable. " The doctor said, "1 didn't put any poison in it. Please rest assured." "Who said you put poison in it? Do you mean to say that 1 am lodging a false accusation against you? Has it been written cat the indictment of the procurator that you have put poison in the water? I didn't say you had put poison in it, but you claimed that I said you had put poison in it. So you have indeed put in move poisonous poison against met" The doctor could not but heave a sigh and switched to another topic, “It's fine today.” The patient replied, "Nonsense! The fact that it is fine here doesn't mean that it is fine everywhere else in the world. At the North Pole, for example, it must be freezing, with strong winds, long nights and
天气。例如北极，今天天气就很坏，刮 着大风， 漫漫长夜， 冰山正在撞击??” 医生忍不住反驳说： “我们这里并 不是北极嘛。 ” 病人说： “但你不应该否认北极的 存在。 你否认北极的存在， 就是歪曲事 实真相，就是别有用心。 ” 医生说:“你走吧。 ” 病人说： “你无权命令我走。你是 医院.不是公安机关， 你不可能逮捕我， 你不可能枪毙我。 ” ??经过多方调查， 才知道病人当 年参加过“梁效”的写作班子，估计可 能是一种后遗症。 大钱饺子 张林 那是动乱的第二年吧， 我被划进了 “黑帮” 队伍里。 我在那长长的 “黑帮” 队伍里倒不害怕.最怕的就是游斗汽车 开到自己家门口，这一招太损了。嗐， 越害怕还越有鬼， 有一次汽车就真的开 到一了家门口。 那八旬的老母亲看见了 汽车上的我，嘴抖了几抖，闭上眼睛， 扶着墙， 身子像泥一样瘫了下去。 妻子 竟忘了去扶持母亲， 站在那儿， 眼睛都 直了，跟个傻子一般。 我担心老母亲从此会离我而去。 谢 天谢地，她老人家总算熬过来了。 那年除夕这一天，竟把我放回家 了。 一进家门， 母亲用一种奇怪的眼光 打量我，然后，她一下子扑过来，摸着 我的脸。 最后， 她竟把脸埋在我的怀里， 呜呜地哭起来； 妻子领着孩子们只远远 地站着，也在那儿哆哆嗦嗦地哭。 “媳妇，快包饺子，过年!”母亲 对妻子说。 于是， 一家人忙起来， 剁馅、 和面??一会儿， 全家就围在一起开始 包佼子； 这时， 母亲忽然想起一件什么 事，说： “哎呀，包个大钱佼子吧，谁 吃了谁就有福！ ” 为了使母亲高兴， 我同意了， 而且 希望母亲能吃到这个大钱饺子。 我要真 诚地祝福她，愿她多活几年。 母亲从柜里拿出个蓝布包， 从包里
icebergs colliding with one another. . . " The doctor couldn't help but retorted, "Ibis is not the North Pole." The patient argued, “You can't deny the existence of the North Pole. If you do, you'll be distorting facts with ulterior motives." Finally the doctor begged him, "Please go away." The patient again answered back. "You have no right to order me to leave. Yours is a hospital, not a public security office. So you can't arrest me, nor shoot me to death. " An investigation revealed the fact that this patient had joined the so-called “Lung Xiao” (An organization doing the Cultural Revolution that wrote the major articles which voiced the opinions of the Gang of Four. Here "Xiao" also implies "Loyalty to the Gang of Four.") writing group. What he was suffering from may have been the after-effects of that period. A Good-luck Dumpling Zhang Lin In the second of those tumultuous years, I was labeled one of the "reactionary gang." What 1 feared most was not being queued up among this gang of so many, but the vicious practice of being publicly denounced on a truck in front of my own house. Well, fear or no fear, the lot fell on me soon enough. When the truck drove to the gate of my own house, my mother, who was already in her eighties, spotted me on the truck. Her lips trembling and eyes shut, she first leaned against the wall, then collapsed, weak and limp like soft mud on the ground. Meanwhile, my wife just stood there dumbfounded like a blockhead, forgetting even to help my mother up. There and then I was afraid Mother would leave me forever. Thank God, she somehow managed to survive. On the eve of the Spring Festival of that year, I was unexpectedly released to return home. As I stepped into the house, Mother looked me up and down with unbelieving eyes before she threw herself on me and caressed my face. Then burying her head in my arms, she wept bitterly while my wife and children stood sobbing at a distance. "Daughter-in-law, let's start making dumplings for the Festival!" Mother said to my wife. Instantly the whole family began chopping meat and kneading dough. In no time, all had gathered around the table to make dumplings. Just then an idea dawned on my mother, and she suggested, "I say, let's put in a coin and make a good-luck dumpling. Whoever eats it will be blessed." I agreed to make Mother happy, hoping that the coin would fall to her. With all my heart I wished her a long life. Mother took a blue cloth parcel from the wardrobe, unfolded it and picked out a copper coin of the Daoguang period. With shaking hands
掏出一枚道光年间的铜钱来， 她颤抖地 把这枚古钱放在一个面皮上， 上面又盖 了点馅， 包成一个饺子。 这就是大钱饺 子了。 母亲包完这个饺子， 用手在边上 偷偷捏出一个记号， 然后， 若无其事地 把它和别的饺子放在一起。 但我已经清 楚地记住了这个饺子的模样了。 饺子是母亲亲自煮的，饺子要熟 了， 像一群羊羔一样漂上来。 我一眼就 看见那个带记号的大钱饺子。 母亲在盛饺子的时候， 把这个大钱 饺子盛在一个碗里， 又偷偷把它拨在紧 上边， 然后把这碗饺子推到我面前： “吃 吧，多吃，趁热吃。 ”我觉得心里一阵 热， 鼻子也酸疼起来。 我想应该让母亲 吃， 让她高兴高兴。 但我一时想不出办 法，因为母亲认识这个饺子。 我想那就给妻子吧， 她跟我生括了 20 年，现在已经是快半百的人了。为 了我挨斗， 她心血都快要熬干了。 我趁 妻子上厨房去拿辣椒油的工夫，.偷偷 把大钱饺子拨在她的碗里。 谁知， 妻子 从厨房回来， 看了看碗， 又用一双深沉 和感激的眼睛望着我， 眼圈都红了。 啊! 她也认识这个大钱佼子。 妻子没有做声，她吃了几个饺子， 忽然说了声： “都快粘在一块了。 ” 说着， 就把所有的佼子碗拿起来摇晃， 晃来晃 去， 就把那碗有大钱饺子的放到了母亲 跟前。 母亲显然没有注意， 边看我边吃 饺子，突然“啊”了一声，大钱佼子佼 了牙。 奶奶有福!吃到大钱饺子了!” 妻子 像孩子般喊着。 “我??这是咋回事?”母亲疑惑 着。这时，当嘟一声，一个东西从她的 嘴里掉在碟子里，正是那个大钱。 于是， 我领着老婆孩子一齐欢呼起 来： “母亲有福!” “奶奶有福！ ” “??” 母亲突然大笑起来， 笑着笑着， 流 出了一脸泪。我和妻子也流了泪。 荷塘月色 朱自清
she put the coin on a dumpling wrapper, added some filling, and made one which we used to call a good-luck dumpling. During the process, Mother secretly made a mark on the edge of the dumpling before mixing it with the rest. She pretended nothing had happened, but the trick didn't escape my eye. I bore the mark firmly in mind. Mother boiled the dumplings all by herself. The nearly cooked dumplings floated onto the surface like a herd oaf lambs. I spotted the marked dumpling at first sight. When she scooped up the dumplings, Mother deliberately put the good-luck dumpling on top of the others in a bowl and pushed the bowl to me, saying, "Help yourself, Take as many as you like while they are hot.” A ware of warmth surged over me and my nose twitched. I had thought it would make Mother happy and give her a lovely surprise if she ate the good-luck dumpling. But I could not figure out how to get her to eat it for she could easily identify the dumpling. I then thought of my wife who had lived with me for twenty years and was getting on fifty. She was almost worn out with worry as I was denounced. Taking the opportunity when she went to the kitchen for chilli oil, I put the good-luck dumpling into her bowl. Who could have expected that she would recognize with my mother?s. Obviously Mother didn't notice the shift and went are eating eyes on the all the time. "Ouch!" suddenly she cried out. The coin had hurt her teeth. "Oh, Granny is blessed! She got the good-luck dumpling! " my wife shouted like a child. " I. . . . How come?" Mother was puzzled. Just at that moment, something fell out of her mouth onto the plate with a clang. It was none other than the coin. So I joined my wife and children in a chorus, "Granny is blessed! Mother is blessed! " Mother burst into laughter, and then into tears, as my wife and I shared with her all her sorrow and joy. * Daoguang Period: the period between 1821 and 1851 of the Qing Dynasty
Moonlight over the Lotus Pond Zhu Ziqing
这几天心里颇不宁睁。 今晚在院子 里坐着乘凉，忽然想起日日走过的荷 塘， 在这满月的光里， 总该另有一番样 子吧。 月亮渐渐地升高了， 墙外马路上 孩子们的欢笑， 已经听不见了； 妻在屋 里拍着闰儿， 迷迷糊糊地哼着眠歌。 我 悄悄地披了大衫，带上门出去。 沿着荷塘 . 是一条曲折的小煤屑 路。 这是一条幽僻的路； 白天也少人走， 夜晚更加寂寞。 荷塘四面， 长着许多树， 翁翁郁郁的。路的一旁，是些杨柳，和 一些不知道名字的树。没有月光的晚 上，这路上阴森森的，有些怕人。今晚 却很好，虽然月光也还是淡淡的。 路上只我一个人， 背着手踱着。 这 一片天地好像是我的； 我也像超出了平 常的自己， 到了另一世界里。 我爱热闹， 也爱冷静；爱群居，也爱独处。像今晚 上， 一个人在这苍茫的月下， 什么都可 以想， 什么都可以不想， 便觉是个自由 的人。 白天里一定要做的事， 一定要说 的话， 现在都可不理。 这是独处的妙处； 我且受用这无边的荷香月色好了。 曲曲折折的荷塘上面， 弥望的是田 田的叶子。 叶子出水很高， 像亭亭的舞 女的裙。 层层的叶子中间， 零星地点缀 着些白花， 有袅娜地开着的， 有羞涩地 打着朵儿的； 正如一粒粒的明珠， 又如 碧天里的星星， 又如刚出浴的美人。 微 风过处， 送来缕缕清香， 仿佛远处高楼 上渺茫的歌声似的。 这时候叶子与花也 有一丝的颇动，像闪电般.霎时传过荷 塘的那边去了。 叶子本是肩并肩密密地 挨着，这便宛然有了一道凝碧的波痕。 叶子底下是脉脉的流水， 遮住了， 不能 见一些颜色;而叶子却更见风致了。 月光如流水一般， 静静地泻在这一 片叶子和花上。 薄薄的青雾浮起在荷塘 里：叶子和花仿佛在牛乳中洗过一样； 又像笼着轻纱的梦。 虽然是满月， 天上 却有一层淡淡的云.所以不能朗照；但 我以为这恰是到了好处——酣眠固不 可少， 小睡也别有风味的。 月光是隔了 树照过来的， 高处丛生的灌木， 落下参 差的斑驳的黑影， 峭愣愣如鬼一般； 弯 弯的杨柳的稀疏的倩影， 却又像是画在
It has been rather disquieting these days. Tonight, when 1 was sitting in the yard enjoying the cool, it occurred to me that the Lotus Pond, which I pass by every day, must assume quite a different look in such moonlit night. A full moon was rising high in the sky; the laughter of children playing outside had died away; in the morn, my wife was patting the son, Run-er, sleepily humming a cradle song. Shrugging on an overcoat, quietly, 1 made my way out, closing the door behind me. Alongside the Lotus Pond nuns a small cinder footpath. It is peaceful and secluded here, a place not frequented by pedestrians even in the daytime; now at night, it looks mare solitary, in a lush, shady ambience of trees all around the pond. On the side where the path is, there are willows, interlaced with some others whose names I do not know. The foliage, which, in a moonless night, would loom somewhat frighteningly dark, looks very nice tonight, although the moonlight is not more than a thin, grayish veil. I am on my own, strolling, hands behind my back. This bit of the universe seems in my possession now; and I myself seem to have been uplifted from my ordinary self into another world. 1 like a serene and peaceful life, as much as a busy and active one; I like being in solitude, as much as in company. As it is tonight, basking in a misty moonshine all by myself, I feel I am a free man, free to think of anything, or of nothing. All that one is obliged to do, or to say, in the daytime, can be very well cast aside now. That is the beauty of being alone. For the moment, just let me indulge in this profusion of moonlight and lotus fragrance. All over this winding stretch of water, what meets the eye is a silken field of leaves, reaching rather high above the surface, like the skirts of dancing girls in all their grace. Here and there, layers of leaves are dotted with white lotus blossoms, some in demure bloom, others in shy bud, like scattering pearls, or twinkling stars, or beauties just out of the bath. A breeze stirs, sending over breaths of fragrance, like faint singing drifting from a distant building. At this moment, a tiny thrill shoots through the leaves and lilies, like, a streak of lightning, straight across the forest of lotuses. The leaves, which have been standing shoulder to shoulder, are caught shimmering in an emerald heave of the pond. Underneath, the exquisite water is covered from view, and none can tell its colour; yet the leaves on top project themselves all the more attractively. The moon sheds her liquid light silently over the leaves and flowers, which, in the floating transparency of a bluish haze from the pond, look as if they had just been bathed in milk, or like a dream wrapped in a gauzy hood. Although it is a full moon, shining through a film of clouds, the light is not at its brightest; it is, however, just right for me -a profound sleep is indispensable, vet a snatched doze also has a savour of its own. The moonlight is streaming down through the foliage,
荷叶上。 塘中的月色并不均匀； 但光与 影有着和谐的旋律， 如梵炯铃上奏着的 名曲。 荷塘的四面， 远远近近， 高高低低 都是树， 几而杨柳最多。 这些树将一片 荷塘重重围住； 只在小路一旁， 漏着几 段空隙， 像是特为月光留下的。 树色一 例是阴阴的，乍看像一团烟雾;但杨柳 的丰姿， 便在烟雾里也辨得出。 树梢上 隐隐约约的是一带远山， 只有些大意罢 了。 树缝里也漏着一两点路灯光， 没精 打采的， 是渴睡人的眼。 这时候最热闹 的， 要数树上的蝉声与水里的蛙声； 但 热闹是它们的，我什么也没有。 忽然想起采莲的事情来了。 采莲是 江南的旧俗。 似乎很早就有， 而六朝时 为盛； 从诗歌里可以约略知道。 采莲的 是少年的女子， 她们是荡着小船， 唱着 艳歌去的。 采莲人不用说很多， 还有看 采莲的人。那是一个热闹。的季节，也 是一个风流的季节。梁元帝《采莲斌》 里说得好：
casting bushy shadows on the ground from high above, jagged and checkered, as grotesque as a party of spectres; whereas the benign figures of the drooping willows, here and there, lank like paintings on the lotus leaves. The moonlight is not spread evenly over the pond, but rather in a harmonious rhythm of light and shade, like a famous melody played on a violin. Around the pond, far anti near, high and low, are trees. Most of them are willows. Only on the path side, can taro or three gap; he seen through the heavy fringe, as if specially reserved for the moon. The shadowy shapes of the leafage at first sight seem diffused into a mass of mist, against which, however, the charm of those willow trees is still discernible. Over the trees appear some distant mountains, but merely in sketchy silhouette. Through the branches are also a couple of lamps, as listless as sleepy eyes. The most lively creatures here, for the moment, must he the cicadas in the trees and the frogs in the pond. But the liveliness is theirs, I have nothing. Suddenly, something like lotus-gathering crosses my mind. It used to he celebrated as a folk festival in the South, probably dating very far hack in history, mast popular in the period of Six Dynasties. We can pick up some outlines of this activity in the poetry. It was young girls who went gathering lotuses, in sampans and singing love songs. Needless to say, there were a great number of them doing the gathering, apart from those who were 于是妖童破女， 荡舟心许： 鹤首徐 watching. It was a lively season, brimming with vitality, and romance. A 回，兼传羽杯；掉将移而藻挂，船欲动 brilliant description can be found in lotus Gathering written by the 而萍开。尔其纤腰束素，迁延顾步；夏 Yuan Emperor of the liang Dynasty: So those charming youngsters rote their sampans, heart buoyant with 始春余，叶嫩花初，恐沾裘而浅笑，畏 tacit lone, pass on to each other cups of wire while their bird-shaped 倾船而敛裾。 可见当时嬉游的光景了。 这真是有 prows drift around. From throe to time their oars are caught in dangling 趣的事，可惜我们现在早已无福消受 alga, and duckweed flow apart the moment their boats are about to mote on. Their slender figures, girdled with plain silk, tread watchfully on 了。 于是又记起《西州曲》里的句子： board. This is the time when spring is grating into summer, the leaves a 采莲南塘秋， 莲花过人头尹低头弄 tender green and the flowers blooming - among which the girls are giggling when evading an out-reaching stem, their skirts tucked in for 莲子，莲子清如水。 今晚若有采莲人， 这儿的莲花也算 fear that the sampan might tilt. 得“过人头”了；只不见一些流水的影 That is a glimpse of those merrymaking scenes. It must have been 子， 是不行的； 这令我到底惦着江南了 fascinating: but unfortunately we have long been denied such a delight. ——这样想着， 猛一抬头， 不觉已是自 Then I recall those lines in Ballad of Xizhou Island: Gathering the lotus, I ant in the South Pond, / The lilies in autumn 己的门前； 轻轻地推门进去， 什么声息 reach over my head; / Lowering my head I toy with the laws seeds. / Look, 也没有，妻已睡熟好久了。 they are as fresh as the waster underneath. 1927 年 7 月，北京清华园 If there were somebody gathering lotuses tonight, she could tell that the lilies here are high enough to "reach over her head"; but, one would certainly miss the sight of the water. So my memories drift back to the South after all. Deep in my thoughts, I looked up, just to find myself at the door of my own house. Gently I pushed the door open and walked in. Not a
sound inside, my wife had been fast asleep for quite a while. Qinghua Campus, Beijing July, 1927. 黄龙奇观 在四川西部， 有一美妙的去处。 它 背倚峨山宇峰雪宝顶， 树木苍翠， 花香 袭人，鸟声婉转，流水潺潺。这就是松 潘县的黄龙。 相传在中国古代气洪水肆虐， 人民 苦不堪言。 大禹决心治水， 但船不能行 气有黄龙来为他负舟，于是导水成功。 黄龙疲惫， 未及回归大海， 死于眠山之 下，因而其地就称为黄龙。 黄龙风景，自海拔近 3600 米处， 沿山谷而下， 逶迤 3.5 公里， 地上覆盖 着一层淡黄色碳酸钙沉积， 形成大大小 小的众多水池，状如梯田。池水澄清， 呈淡蓝、 淡绿各色。 远看宛如黄龙俯卧， 粼光闪闪。两旁森林，全是高大云杉。 林间地上，多奇花异草，或蓝或白，或 红或紫，灿烂如缤纷。 山谷顶端，残留着一座道教建筑， 名“黄龙古寺” 。据松潘县志记载，该 建于明代(公元 1368 一 1644 年)。 寺前 有一溶洞，深邃莫测。寺后有一石碑， 除碑檐外，几乎全被碳酸钙沉积淹没， 碑文已不可辨认。 看来， 这 400 来年的 沉积速度是相当可观的。 每年农历六月 为黄龙寺庙会期，方圆几百里及至青 海、 甘肃的藏、羌、回、汉各族人民也前来 赶会。届时，帐篷连营，人马喧腾，歌 舞相杂，十分热闹。 据科学工作者考察， 这里的山体系 石灰岩地质，黄龙景观实为岩溶地貌。 在中国， 岩溶地貌形成的绮丽景色着实 不少，有名的如桂林山水、云南石林， 然而它们的风貌都与黄龙迥异。 在黄龙附近的林区， 还栖息着大熊 猫、扭角羚、虹雄等珍贵动物。 如今， 国家拟将黄龙划人它北面的 九寨沟自然保护区， 统一管理， 以保护 自然生态，开展科学研究和供人们游 览。 A View of Huanglong One of Sichuan's finest scenic spots is Huanglong (Yellow Dragon) , which lies in Songpan County just beneath Xuebao, the main peals of the Minshan Mountains. Its lush green forests, filled with fragrant flowers, bubbling streams, and songbirds, are rich in historical interest as well as natural beauty. Legend has it that sane 4, 000 years ago, when great floods threatened the people of central China, Yu the Great resolved to tame the mighty rivers. He journeyed inland in a boat, but was soon stopped by the torrential current. Fortunately, a yellow dragon appeared and bore the boat upstream as far as it could go. Yu succeeded in controlling the flood and went on to found the 500-year Xia Dynasty, but the exhausted dragon could not return to the sea, and died at the foot of Xuebao Peak. Viewing Huanglong from a distance, one might imagine that the noble serpent for which the area was named is still lying on the hillside. Actually, this "yellow dragon' is a geological formation unique to this karst region; its yellow color is due to a layer of calcium carbonate, and the tiny, clear pools that line its back took like scales. The dragon is surrounded try, spruce trees and assorted rare flowering plants in blue, white, red, and purple. On the hilltop stands the Yellow Dragon Monastery, a Taoist retreat hilt in the Ming Dynasty (1368-- 1644). A karst cave lies before it, and a stone tablet was erected behind. All but the top of the tablet has been eroded by calcium carbonate, and the inscriptions have become unreadable. Every year in the sixth lunar month, the local people, along with Tibetan, Qiang, Hui, and Han visitors from neighboring provinces of Qinghai and Gansu travel to the monastery on horseback for a temple fair. They set up tents and celebrate wish songs and dances far into the night. Many of Chinas famous landscapes, such as those of Guilin in Guangxi Province and the Stone Forest in Yunnan Province, are also built on karst formations. But each has its own character. Giant pandas, takins, and pheasants roam the forests of Huanglong, along with many other species of animals and birds. Huanglong and nearby Jiuzhaigou will soon be made a nature preserve to protect the area's ecology and to allow scientists to observe these rare animals in their own habitats.
枯叶蝴蝶 徐迟 峨嵋山下， 伏虎寺旁， 有一种蝴蝶， 比最美丽的蝴蝶可能还要美丽些， 是峨 嵋山最珍贵的特产之一。 当它阖起两张翅膀的时候， 像生长 在树枝上的一张干枯了的树叶。 谁也不 去注意它，谁也不会瞧它一眼。 它收敛了它的花纹、 图案， 隐藏了 它的粉墨、彩色，逸出了繁华的花丛， 停止了它翱翔的姿态， 变成了一张憔悴 的，干拈了的，甚至不是枯黄的，而是 枯稿的，如同死灰颜色的枯叶。 它这样伪装， 是为了保护自己。 但 是它还是逃不脱被捕捉的命运。 不仅因 为它的美丽， 更因为它那用来隐蔽它的 美丽的枯搞与憔悴。 它以为它这样做可以保护自己， 殊 不知它这样做更教人去搜捕它。 有一种 生物比它还聪明， 这种生物的特技之一 是装假作伪， 因此装假作伪这种行径是 瞒不过这种生物—人的。 人把它捕捉.将它制成标本，作为 一种商品去出售， 价钱越来越高。 最后 几乎把它捕捉得再也没有了。 这一生物 品种快要绝种了。 到这时候， 国家才下令禁止捕捉枯 叶蝶。但是，已经来不及了。国家的禁 止更增加了它的身价。 枯叶蝶真是因此 而要绝对的绝灭了。 我们既然有一对美丽的和真理的 翅膀， 我们永远也不愿意阖上它们。 做 什么要装模作样， 化为一只枯叶蝶， 最 后也还是被售， 反而不如那翅膀两面都 光彩夺目的蝴蝶到处飞翔， 被捕捉而又 生生不息。 我要我的翅膀两面都光彩夺目。 我愿这自然界的一切都显出它们 的真相。
Lappet Butterflies Xu Chi At the foot of Mount Emei, around Fuhu Temple, there lives a species of butterfly--one of the rarest rarities of the mountain-that is probably even more beautiful than the most beautiful butterflies in the world. With its wings closed it resembles a withered tree leaf hanging from a branch--scarcely noticeable to the human eye. Gathering its wings with exquisite patterns, it conceals its beautiful colors. When it flutters out from a cluster of blooming flowers and alights somewhere in the middle of its graceful flight, it turns into a dried leaf, not even of a withering yellow, but of a deathly grey. It disguises its shape and colours in order to protect itself, but nevertheless it can't help ending up in being captured, not only because of its beauty, but more because of the withered quality of its appearance that covers up its beauty. It is misled to believe that by so doing it can keep itself out of danger. On the contrary it makes itself more attractive, because there is another creature-man-that is cleverer than this butterfly. 'Ibis creature is extremely skilled in masquerading himself; no masquerading whatsoever can slide by under his nose. Man captures it, makes a specimen of it and sells it in the market at increasingly high prices. What happens as a result is that there is hardly any of the butterflies to be found-the species is dying out. The government has now decided to put a ban on its capture, but it's too late. The ban, instead, multiplies its price. The butterfly is on the verge of extinction. Since we have got a pair of wings of beauty and truth, there is no reason to hide them. Why do you have to turn yourself into a withered-leaf-like butterfly as you are bound to be netted and sold at the market? Isn't it better to fly around freely on your flashing, colorful wings and keep up the line of your species though some of you have to meet their doom? I want both sides of my wings to shine. I hope everything in the world shows their true colors.
泡菜坛子 A Pickle Pot 李汉荣 Li Hanrong 母亲从乡下来， 住了十天。 临走时， Mother came from our home village. She stayed with us for ten days. 她老人家想为我们添置一件东西， 目个 When she was about to leave, she wanted to buy us something as a 纪念。 present. 母亲说： “你们什么都有，又好像 "You've got everything," she said, "but you seem to have got
什么都没有。 电视机是你们的， 里面走 来走去都是些陌生的人， 有时候， 杀人 犯、 贼、 贪官、 小偷也在里面出出进进； 收录机是你们的，可尽是人家在唱歌； 书架上的书是你们的， 可那都是别人写 的字； 电冰箱是你们的， 一年四季都装 一箱不知从哪里落下的霜。方便是方 便，可就是没有一样是你们自己的。 ” 走的那天， 母亲起了个早， 从街上 抱回一个泡菜坛子。她说： “在坛子里 腌一些菜吧，调调自家的口味。 ” 我们的家里， 从此有了泡菜， 有了 自己的味道。 朋友上门， 我们时常以泡 菜佐酒，微醉中，大家就会说： “乡下 的味道，不错；不错，乡下的味道!” 于是我们大家都有了自己的味道。 再看那泡菜坛子，静静地守在资阵里， 在喧嚣的日子，在钢筋棍凝土的单元 里， 守着一坛平静的心情， 酝酿着古老 而纯朴的乡下味道。 田水哗啦 姚景文 三十守寡起， 十多年了， “招白眼” 又一夜失眠：自家种的“责任田”搁开 了鸡爪裂， 大还是晴得不肯挂一根云线 线。要是减产，全家四张嘴巴，还不吊 了起来? 唉，17 岁的女儿到底不知深浅， 刚才还对娘嚷： “好愁勿愁!后半夜大水 库放水，还怕那雪癫子不将水上足?” 现在却挂着笑篇熟睡了。 对推广 “责任 田” ， “招白眼”是白着眼睛反对的。因 为她小时候亲眼看到爷爷跟雪癫子的 大爹， 争田水打得血肉横飞， 田缺流红。 如今回想起来， 还寒毛碜碜， 心惊肉跳 呢。 雪癫子当了队里的管水员， 能担保 他不包藏祸心？ “招白眼”心神不宁，翻身起床，就 提着锄头出门去。 “招白眼”叫阿招，自从死了男人， 脸上从未挂笑， 逢人见众， 老是翻着白 眼， 惹得那老光棍雪癫子心里痒痒， 有 口难张。于是村里留着一个“话把” ： 雪癫子不哭， “招白眼”不笑。 “招白眼” 转过岙口， 隐隐传来吱
nothing. The TV set is yours, but the people who walk back and forth in it are all strangers, even murderers, corrupt officials and thieves come in and out of it from bite to time. The radio cassette player is yours, but it's all others who sing in it. The books on the shelf are yours, but they are all written fry others. The fridge is yours, but all the year round it's filled with frost that comes from God knows where. Though they snake your life easy and comfortable, none of them BELONGS to you in the rest sense of the word. " On the day she was to leave for home, she got up early in the morning and brought back a pickle pot from the market. "Make some pickles in it," she said, "and have something that suits your own palate." Since then pickles of our own taste had been added to our diet. When we had guests, we often had pickles to go with me. Slightly intoxicated, everyone would comment, "A country flavor, not bad. Not bad, a country flavor." So we had something to our own taste. When we looked at the pot, it was standing quietly at the corner. . Amid the hustle and bustle of our everyday life and in the apartment of reinforced concrete, the pot stood there by itself, brewing an old and simple flavor. (刘士聪 译) The Irrigation Water Game Gurgling Yao Jinwen Black-brewed Zhao, widowed over ten years ago when she was thirty, was having another sleepless night. Her family's contracted land had cracked because of drought, but there was still not a cloud in the bright sky. If production dropped this year, what should her family of four do except go hungry? It was a pity that her seventeen-year-old daughter didn't yet know what worry was. Just a few minutes ago she was shouting to her mother, "Don't you worry 1 late at night the reservoir will let out water. Scabby-headed Xue will certainly give us our full share of water, won?t he?" But now she was asleep with a smile still on her lips. Black-browed Zhao didn't see eye to eye with the implementation of contracted land policy, because she had seen with her own eyes when she was still very young how her grandfather and Scabby-headed Xue's uncle had fought tooth and nail over irrigation water. She would shudder even at the thought of it. Now Scabby-headed Xue was in charge of the irrigation water in the brigade; who could say for sure that he bore no grudge against her? Black-Mowed Dian became so agitated at the thought that she got off the bed, took a hoe and went out to the field. Black-browed Zhao used to he called Ah Zhao. After her husband's death, she never smiled and always scowled at others. Tie old bachelor Scabby-headed Xue could only bury his longings for her in his heart. Thus there spread in the village a popular saying: "Scabby-headed Xue
呀吱呀的水车声， 圆月下， 车着池塘水 的雪癫子， 那铜勺样的后脑和起油的光 背， 在闪着银光。 他雪瘫子要不是当了 管水员， 还不一样要等后半夜灌水？早 一铺水， 多一捧米， 谁不望自家的饭碗 满? 然而， “招白眼” 傻了!她来到自家 的“责任田”边，破天荒开了笑颜：怎 么，田水哗啦哗啦地跳跃着，喧笑着， 闪着粼粼的银光。这“甜水”像是流进 了她的心窝。 而她上坎雪滚子的 “责任 田”里，依然唇焦口燥。她不解地瞧着 雪癫子， 眼里噙着泪， 终于鼓足了勇气， 第一遭喊了声： “阿雪哥!’ 水车“吱格”地停住，雪癫子转过 身来，只见“招白眼”傻乎乎地笑，雪 癫子也懵了， 好像眼前不是日日开门相 见的“招白眼” ，而是从月亮上飘下来 的嫦娥。 瞧那一双乌黑的眸子， 真还有 点儿含情脉脉哩! “嘿呀，是你，阿招妹妹，我，我 是想， 你的责任田， 裂， 裂得厉害， 怕， 伯后半夜灌水， 来不及??” 雪癫子有 点语无伦次了。 “招白眼” 觉得耳热， 她也慌难择 辞： “你的责任田也??” “找是负责田水的，谁的田受旱， 都是我的贵任。你，你不要放在心 上??” 雪癫子也感到浑身火热， 连忙 又回过头去， 踩动水车。 田水又哗啦地 笑了。 “招白眼” 悄悄地捡起田埂边的一 件白小布衫，走过去披在雪液子的身 上， 一面也登上水车。 雪癫子投过感激 的一瞥。 “招白眼”温存而体贴地说： “半夜露重，当心着凉。 ” 月光下， 他俩挨得很近， 她见白小 布衫的领口破了，她想： “明天该给他 补一补。 ”
never wept; Black-browed Zhao never smiled." As she approached the field, Black-browed Zhao heard the faint creaking of a waterwheel and saw Scabby-headed Xue pedalling water under the full moon. His bald head and his greasy bare back were glistening like silver. Wouldn't he have to wait for the water to come late at night like the rest of us if he had not been in charge of the irrigation water? The earlier one got water, the more rice one would reap-who wouldn't like to see his own bowl full of rice? However, when she carne to her own contracted land, she got such a pleasant surprise that for the first time she beamed with joy. Why, water came gurgling happily over her land, glittering like silver. The sweet water seemed to be flowing into her heart. Yet Scabby-headed Xue's own land above hers was still parched with thirst. She looked at Scabby-headed Xue with incomprehension. Tears welled up in her eyes. She plucked up her courage to call him "Brother Ali Xue" for the first tithe. The waterwheel carne to a stop with a creak and Scabby-headed Xue saw Black-browed Zhao gazing at him with a foolish smile. He felt dazed as if she were not the Black-browed Zhao he met day in and day out, but rather Chang Er, the Moon Fairy coming down from the moon. Those black eyes of Black-browed Zhao seemed to be exuding tenderness and love. "Why, it's you, Sister Ah Zhao? 1, I thought your contracted land must have become parched and l was afraid it would be too late if water came at midnight." Scabby-headed Xue became tongue-tied. Black browed Zhao blushed to her eats and was lost for words, "Your own contracted land also. . ." "Never mind, I'm in charge of the irrigation water. It would be my fault if anyone's land got ruined because of drought. It's my pleasure to do my job well." Xue felt hot all over his body and hastily resumed pedalling. Irrigation water came gurgling again. Black-browed Zhao gently picked up the white shirt at the ridge of the field and put it on Xue's bare back, while joining him in the pedalling. Xue threw her a glance of gratitude. Black-browed Zhao said with affection and consideration, "It's midnight, take care not to catch cold." In the moonlight, the two kept close to each other. She saw the collar of his white shirt was worn out and said to herself, "I must mend it for him tomorrow."
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